School was over for the day. I just kept walking aimlessly outside the highschool while listening to music. I could see other couples walking home together, parents coming to pick up their kids, and groups of friends going to hangout. And there I was, alone. I was never the type to keep to myself. But I guess people change.
I was cycling home then all of a sudden I decided to take a turn. A few minutes later, I ended up in front of Isabelle's house. It was just last week when I walked her home. And now she's gone? I don't understand this. I will never be able to understand this.
I got off my bike and went to the front door.
I knocked and a few moments later, Mrs. Harrison opened the door. As soon as she saw me, she teared up. Seeing her tearing up made me tear up too. She came to me and gave me a hug and for the next 30 seconds, we were just crying. I noticed Mrs. Harrison's eyes were really swollen. I guess she's also been crying a lot lately.
I went up to Isabelle's room and closed the door, sat on the bed and looked around. It was just the way it was the last time I came here, nothing has changed. My black hoody which she borrowed and never gave back was still on her bed. One of the bracelets I got her, still lying on the dresser. A picture frame, of us two hugging, still on the table. I just couldn't stop looking at that picture. I ended up crying even more. She had this dark grey top which was one of my favourite tops of hers. It still smelled like her and I just can't stop crying and can't stop thinking about her. I miss her so much.
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Lost
RomanceTroye Carmin is a teenager who went through a difficult time. His girlfriend, Isabelle tragically passed away. He writes to his family and friends, telling them about his past with her, telling them about the places they both visited and how they sp...
