Days Past WDW

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You don't deserve to be there friend

You don't deserve to be there friend,

She's a nobody,

She's just using them for fame,

Shes ugly,

Eww look at her,

Go away you don't belong,

Instagram has been blowing up with these and worse things for the past few days. I thought I could handle it but I was wrong. I was so wrong. I can't do this. Everyone is out of the bus. There at an interview or eating I can't remember. They don't know this is happening. I grab my backpack and fill it with clothes, money, other things I might need, and my bear. I write the boys and my brother a note then I leave.

"Goodbye Bertha." I whisper as I walk off. I have found that there is a park and ride around. I have a few miles to walk to get there though. My phone is dead I wanted to leave it but I thought I should keep it just in case. Not that it is of much use now. Maybe I could throw it at someone. I walked thinking of everything that has happened to the boys, my brother, and Instagram and all the fun times we've had.

Before I knew it I was there. I walked for many miles but it didn't feel long. I was spaced out and too much into my thoughts. I miss them. My brother is going to hate me for scaring him. I'll call him when i'm ready. I'm going home. It's 6 o'clock now the bus won't be here for a little while. So I sit down on a bench and think. I know they will all be looking for me so i'm going to take a few buses and when I get far enough away i'll take a plane home.

"Beautiful sunset isn't it?" Someone says breaking me out of my trance. There's a redhead guy sitting next to me on the bench. He looks around my age. "Why are you here?"

"Why are you here?" I ask back.

"Ok ok fair enough."

"There's only ever one reason people are here at this time."

"And what's that reason?" He looks at me waiting for my answer.

"Running away from something." I look at him when I say it then turn back to the setting sun.

"No there, running towards something greater. Are you running away from something?"

"Like you said I'm running towards something." I grab my bag and get up to go find a different place to sit.

"Wait, I'm sorry, please stay." He says his eyes are pleading not to be left alone. I sit back down and look at him.

"Talk to me." I say wanting him to tell me what he is running to. "What are you running to?"

"I've been looking for a woman all my life."

"What are you leaving behind as you run?"

"That woman."

"You love her?"

"Yes with all my heart."

"Then what's the problem?"

"My heart is broken." He says after a long pause.

"A heart that's been broken is a heart that's been loved." I say then there's a long pause. "Have you told her you love her?"

"Yes but she doesn't love me."

"Did she say it in those exact words?"

"No but it was implied."

"Come on." I get up and reach my hand out for him to take.

"What are you doing?" He asks confused.

"Were going to get your girl back."

"But we're just two lost souls just passing by."

"You love her, you have to fight for her." He takes my hand. "Lets go."