Panic.
Pure horror runs through his veins as he finds out.
It's missing.
The only thing he kept.
The only thing which reminded him of her.
Trembling hands reach for his backbag again, checking for the third time.
It's still missing.
With wobbly legs he sits down on the cold floor.
People are looking.
He doesnt care.
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Walk
PoetryA walk trough the park in winters season. A girl who walked through while being in her own mind but got her eyes opened by a boy. A short story about living in a society full of hate, depression and expectations that nobody can meet. A story about o...
