Even though I seem like a depressed shit I am actually a happy person if I'm with Emma.
"What's going on in that head of yours Mike?" I heard Emma talking behind me. I wasn't thinking of anything actually. At least nothing big. I was thinking a lot of little things and they were separating my brain apart.
One moment I was thinking about my reading skills then the other moment I was thinking about Emma and the other moment I was thinking about thinking about my family. And lots and lots more.
Even though I thought of a billion responses to her question I couldn't bring myself to answer. Every time I talk I get this feeling like every single word in my sentence were used in a wrong place. I don't know if you get me or not but I usually regret what said I few seconds ago.
"Michael?" I heard her angelic voice before I felt her soft touch on my shoulder. Her hand was warm and felt like it was protecting me. I slowly turned to the real world and mouthed a 'mmm?' As a response.
She sat next to me and looked into my eyes like the way she looked when we first met. But this time there was something more in it and I couldn't tell what was it.
YOU ARE READING
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Fanfiction"It's not a bad thing to be bad at reading." She smiled. Didn't even know what was going on with my mind.
