"Do you remember the girl, who used to sit in the back seat of the class? The girl, who isn't here anymore?"
"The girl with red hair? Yes, I remember her. She was strange, she wasn't doing anything, not in biology, not in sports. She was just sitting there and writing something in her black notebook.
I've talked with her once, I don't even remember when, but she sounded like she was broken. Her voice sounded like someone's voice after crying and screaming, or like someone's voice, who haven't spoken in years. It really was strange."
Benjamin
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𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚞𝚕𝚝, 𝙻𝚒𝚜𝚊 ✔
Short Story𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚞𝚕𝚝, 𝙻𝚒𝚜𝚊 - #1 in Imfine (2019.12.21)