"May I sit here?" A boy walks up with a small smile on his face. His hair is a lightish brown and wavey, his eyes are a milk chocolate brown.
"Sure, go right ahead."
"The baby is so cute, have you seen her yet?"
"Why does everyone have to go on about her!?"
"I'm sorry, touchie subject?"
"My sister. My parents never really cared bout me, may I ask who invited you here?"
"I did." I'm in shock, did he just really invite himself here!?
"Excuse me you did what?!"
"Can we talk in the hall?" I'm about to ask my parents before realizing it doesn't matter, they won't care.
"Yeah sure!" I say walking with him out the door.
"Im sorry for dragging you out into the hall...?"
"My names Emily! Yours?"
"Liam, listen. I know you think I'm a bada** but before you go assuming things, my grandmas dying. I had to get out of that hospital room, we were so close. I said my goodbyes and I went and found you somehow, you remind me of my grandma..."
"Oh Liam, I'm so sorry. How do I remind of your grandma?"
"You're gorgeous, nice, and I would really like to know you better Emily."
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Depression, The only thing I have left
CasualeThink of a world, where the only thing you have left to turn to, disappears. Thats what happens to Emily Stone and the only thing she can do is watch depression take over her.
