Blake. My lover, my friend. Someone I cherished. Is gone. I suppose I'll keep writing?
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The boy with dark brown hair and ivory skin, stared at the bright computer screen waiting for a notification. He stared until the whites of his eyes began to itch and turn red slowly. A sigh escaped him as he slumped into his bed.
FIRST PERSON.
I've started to get off of Wattpad, it's been eight months? After Blake left, I felt as though I had nothing left. I was a broken heart lying in a sandy bit of decay. II still look for him, but I know I'll never find what i've been searching for these past months.Now, as I stare into the screen full od endless possiblilities, I get an idea. I'm going to start anew.
I am ready to fight for my life.
