If I ever saw him again, and our eyes met, I'd most likely break down crying. He has seen me cry before, but he's also seen me hold my emotions inside.
Sometimes at night, I remember all the good times we once had. It results in me breaking down crying because I know it can't be like that again.
Two more days.
The last good memory of us was when me and another classmate told him our crushes, and he looked them up in the yearbook.
He gave the other classmate advice on asking her out.
Mr Denmark was the only person who could make me laugh and smile when I wanted to cry.
One time, I was humming a tune from a musical, and he played it on his computer.
Other times, he would speak in a British accent to make me laugh and grin.
He made me feel like I was worth something. I only wish I could have repaid that kindness somehow.
He had signed my yearbook last year, telling me I was always welcome in his class. But now I'm not. It's depressing me to the point of no return.
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Hallway Dweller: A Nonfiction Novel
Non-FictionUsually, I write fiction to erase bad memories and past experiences. But in this novel, I intend to face my feelings directly. This is the story of a teacher friendship I once had. I will use a fake name to hide his identity, if he ever sees this I...
