Depressing One Shots

There used to be six of us

There used to be six of us... now I'm alone.

We used to be a carefree, laughing group of friends.

Then he was gone. After that the rest of us broke.

We couldn't look at each other without being reminded of the jokes he used to tell.

The laughs we shared.

I miss those times. When I could just be myself and no one would judge me.

Then we split up.

I ended up the biggest loner in the world. Spending all my time with my nose in a book or on my laptop doing something, pretending to be occupied. Just the weird girl no one likes.

Of course everybody else had some friends.

The other girl from our group became Ms. Popular. One of the guys had friends from the club he ran. Another guy had friends from his dance team and another had church friends. The last guy though, he was the worst off.

His brother had died and after that he was never the same. I mean his face was still perfect. He still had his cute dark shaggy hair and his deep blue eyes still remind me of the ocean but his appearance grew darker and his clothing all turned black.

I still like him. I just wish he'd smile again.

But no matter what I try. I'm still alone.