Franklin Park
July 1st, 2002
Lainie sat behind a tree, her school bag providing a bit of cushion between her back and the rough bark.
She closed her eyes for a couple of minutes. She must have dozed off, because she was soon being shook awake by strong hands.
"Lainie," the man said, his hands resting on her shoulders. Lainie beamed and threw her arms around the man before her.
"Will," she whispered. She laid her head on his shoulder and cried.
He held her tight, afraid that if he go, she would melt into the ground. Afraid that if he let go, he would be left with nothing. Afraid that if he let go, his hurt would come back and never leave. Afraid that if he let go, he would be forgotten forever.
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forgetting me
Short StoryWilliam has been hurt too many times to count. But for as many times as he's been hurt, he's hurt someone else countless times more. Now, all he wants to do is f o r g e t. - - #1 in #missingperson (feb 23rd 2019) #8 in #report (august 14th 2019)
