dear jonathan,
its finally
7am and
i'm heading
for school.
once i
arrived
you weren't
there.
are you
going to
be absent
again?
class is
starting
and all
eyes
were on
me.
before
sir mantis
(yes that
really is
his name)
was about
to talk,
he barged
in looking
so..
lost
and
tired.
he had
eye bags
and his
hair looked
extremely
tousled
like it
hasn't
been
combed
for days.
what
happened
to you
jonathan?
you sat
behind
me and
passed me
a note.
"hey dory,
i tried to
keep swimming
but the
current was
just too strong."
you looked
at me
and i stared
blankly at
you.
cambria xx
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Quietus
Novela Juvenilquietus [n.] :removal from activity; especially : death. all they found after my death was my journal. [lowercase intended]