I was losing a bit of myself every day. Only family, close friends, journals and occasional photos helped keep my façade afloat.
You need to tell her, man, Demitri, my bestfriend since diapers, insisted.
I let out a troubled sigh. Not now.
When then?
I frowned. When indeed?
YOU ARE READING
Remnants (formerly Memories)
Short Story~ Short story of how a boy struggles to keep himself from losing his mind along with his heart ~ -I suck at descriptions but do give this a chance, mates-
