Her

Short story

I've seen her walking by... covered head to toe baggy sweatshirts and jeans. I watch her closely thinking I don't want that angel to disappear.

I don't want my friends making fun of me so I ignore my instinct to talk to her.

She wore a t-shirt today. I think I saw scars. I heard her crying. I hope she's okay.

I haven't seen her in a week I wonder where she's at. I stopped by her house. I heard the news.

She's gone. My beautiful angels gone. Why did you have to take her back?

My friends say I've changed... she's flooding mind. It hurts. Everyday I miss her more. I should have done something to help her.

I found a way to be with her. I said goodbye today.

I finally see her. She said I can't stay with her it's not my turn yet. But I miss her. I woke up. She saved me even when I couldn't save her.

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