Drifting away from my thoughts, and back into reality, I hang up the phone and walk back toward my friend. She sees a single tear stream down my face, I've never truly cried, I've been hurt, but never cried. I escape my feelings by going into my head.
No words were exchanged, but she knew to leave. I was hurt, hurt that he would leave me with the job that no one in the world would enjoy. I sit on my couch and cover up, my bed hasn't been moved in yet. I covered my face and thought about my life for hours. I knew what I had to do, it was never done, and I wasn't too sure on how I would do it, but I had to bring my dad back, in some way, shape or form, I have to bring him back. I feel a cool breeze come through the window, so I stand up and close it, but while I was looking out the window, I saw a man, outside my house, alone, in a long black jacket, and when I blinked he disappeared. I figured I was just seeing things. Things that weren't truly there, but weren't not there. I went to sleep after that, I had too much on my mind.
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Talking To The Moon
Teen Fiction"My dear Marseille, I won't forget you, forever we will be together, but for now I must be going, I can't stand another heart break" I read the note aloud, my hands trembling, as the one who I loved is lying in front of me, dead. I continue to read...
