I had a lot of friends. Maybe not close ones, but friends nonetheless.
I liked attention. I liked the feeling of belonging and pride it gave me.
It made me feel appreciated. That I would not fade away to be an echo when I die. That someone would remember me and love me even when I'm gone.
"You're smart"
"I want to be like you"
"Do you want to come to my home this weekend?"
Those were words of reassurance.
They left me when I moved.
I didn't matter to them.
There was no phonecall, not even a message on Facebook. When I contacted them, none of them answered.
One friend who I exchanged letters with for some time eventually stopped sending them. I never got her opinion on broccoli soup.
I was just another girl, one who would eventually fade away from their sea of memories.
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Storm
Short Story❝The world isn't all about sunshine and rainbows. There are shadows. There are storms. And sometimes they win.❞ In which a faceless girl voices out her thoughts to the world. cover by @heyitsniza06
