"Uhhhhhh..." Joseph says as he stares at me.
I have my hand fixed tightly over my mouth.
I can't believe I slipped up.
I have never slipped up.
I have never talked to anyone that I didn't want to talk to.
Not since it happened.
But I just did.
I can't believe it.
I get so frustrated, confused, sad, and angry with myself that I start to cry.
"Molly, don't cry. I don't mind if you never talk again. But I've missed your voice so much. I've missed you. Molly I've missed you so much." Joseph says, as he hugs me.
I cry into his shirt, greatfull that I have an amazing brother.
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49
Short Story"The number 49 never used to have any significance in my life. It was always just the number after 48 and before 50. But that was before it happened."
