It's been about four months, and I feel like I've gotten worse. I say I've gotten better to Keith to make him feel better, but I think he knows.
Keith's been acting a little different lately. Not distracted, but, almost seeming happier?
"Keith, I've been meaning to ask you..." I say, twiddling my thumbs. "Yeah, Lance?" He asks, a smile on his face.
"You've been... happier lately? I've been meaning to ask why?" I ask.
"Oh!" Keith smiled brightly. "I'm in a relationship!" He says happily. "And actually, I want you to meet him tomorrow." He adds.
I feel my heart break more so. "Oh, neat. Well, I'm really happy for you!" I smile falsely. "I can't wait to meet him." I lie.
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"What's wrong?" he asked | Klance
Short Story1-800-273-8255 Warnings: - loneliness - attempt suicide - heavy language The chapters will be very short as this is meant to be a short story. Also, therapist!Keith 1-800-273-8255
