"Taylor !" Mac yelled as he ran towards me. He had a lit joint in one hand and looked so concerned. I've never seen anyone look so upset.
"I've never seen anyone look so upset," he echoed my thoughts. The Molly was wearing off, I reached for his joint.
"Mac. . ." I inhaled the sweetly stnky marijuana.
"I was out here the whole time, I thought you came to get some air but then you screamed and just stood there for about three minutes, barely moving. What the hell Taylor ?"
"She doesn't fucking love me." The Molly was starting to wear off and the realization was all too clear.
This is just my friend, Taylor.
YOU ARE READING
Molly
Short Story"She doesn't fucking love me." The Molly was starting to wear off and the realization was all too clear.
