Life became a growing, eviscerating hell in the months after Red's departure.
I was dead in every way, with the exception of my stubborn internal organs.
A new, forgotten pain bloomed when he left. In the 4 years that is known him, Red had distracted me from the loss of my parents and family.
This new, forgotten pain accumulated, before eventually rolling over me like a cold, lonely wave.
The oppressive loneliness nearly caused my death: I ceased the consumption of food, didn't ever leave 'Our Room' and didn't sleep, simply stared out of the window, watching the security guards with a sardonic grin.
One of Red's missions involved sneaking into the camp general's cabin whilst I kept watch of the security. It wasn't as enjoyable without the adrenaline rush of doing something 'naughty' with a friend.
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Teen FictionHe promised he'd come back. It's been 3 years. I just want him back. (A/N THIS STORY IS COMPLETED.) (Also, this not a long story. The chapters are short and the story itself is short. Enjoy!)
