Friday 11th of July
Dear Manny,
Once upon a time there were three kids who spent every waking minute with each other until one of them was forgotten and left behind, like yesterday's trash.
He didn't get invited to their houses anymore and he didn't sit with them at lunch time. He felt alone and abandoned but the other two didn't notice him because they were too caught up in each other.
He was spare change in the back of somebody's pocket.
Forgotten and useless.
Hurting in the darkness all by himself.
The darkness is all he's ever known.
Sincerely,
Alyson Summers.
YOU ARE READING
Sincerely Alyson ✔️
Short Story| ALSO ON ROYAL ROAD, CHECK IT OUT | "My days felt like hell, but the nights were far worse than I could've ever imagined." A series of letters written by one girl named Alyson Summers, detailing her life with Emanuel 'Manny' Harrington. 'Regret s...
