The three days passed so quickly. Mostly we talked, kissed, and looked at the clouds. Butter found some wild berries and nuts that we ate and collected. Finally, we left the forest. I said goodbye to the clearing, which had become my home in the past month. By the end of our third day of walking, I could hear some cars in the distance. Suddenly, Butter turned to me and grabbed my hand.
"You have to promise me something." He sounded really stressed.
I gave him a quick peck on the lips and took his other hand. "What?"
"You have to promise me that you will try, really hard, to not do any more acid, or any other drugs. Please?" His voice was really desperate.
"Butter, I promise. But you have to promise me something too. Stay alive for me. We can live together." I gave him another quick kiss. "Let's go back into the world together!"
And we ran, holding each others hands.
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Buttered Toast
Short StoryMiles has lost control over his life. He struggles with paranoia and lives in a dream-like state. One August day, he lets himself mentally drift off from civilization and the real world. He takes a lot of LSD, and during his trip wanders into the wo...
