No. No. No
NO! NO! NO!
Skylar ran through the hallway as the world spun away her, hands outstretched. Everything seemed to be happening through a distorted lens, cloudy and unfocused, not to mention the tears. People watched her with their pitying eyes. She didn’t want their pity. She didn’t deserve it. She hadn’t done anything to stop him. There was nothing to do, she knew that. But the world had conspired against her once again, this time sacrificing an innocent in its cruel and heartless wake, and now he was gone.
Nobody ever stayed. Why did she let herself get close to this boy? Stupid, stupid, stupid.
Bright light stung her eyes and she crashed into a trolley of linens, apologising to nobody in particular, turning around and continuing on her desperate sprint. She had to get out. She was trapped.
Picking at skin. Crying. Pulling at her hair. He was out there somewhere. This wasn’t happening. Why did she ever love him?
She crashed into a shape and it held her there, someone’s arms wrapping around her.
GONE
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Jack's Last Summer
Ficção Adolescente"I guess that's the thing about time. It might not heal wounds; but it does smooth them over." When Jack Summers is diagnosed with terminal cancer, he chooses quality over quantity and refuses therapy. He instead decides to invite four of his best f...
