I stared at the conch, then at my desk.
Years after the island, my psychiatrist advised me to try to think of positive things that happened. In efforts to do so, I had gotten a conch.
However, I was now trying to forget the experience all together. My PTSD had gotten better, and soon I will be attending Oxford. A few of the boys like SamnEric had tried to contact me, but I thought it best that I start a new life. Tomorrow I turn 18, and the next day I leave for the uni.
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I turned on my phone to see that I had one new Instagram notification.
"mxrridew would like to follow you"
I clicked on the page, wondering if this was some twisted joke. however, before me was a picture of a slightly aged jack, with clean hair and a clear face.
I quickly denied the request, but not before I read his bio.
im sorry
