Those Lost Days
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  • Reads 27
  • Votes 3
  • Parts 4
  • Time 52m
Ongoing, First published Jul 21, 2018
Mature
Going to Friday night football games. Making a fool of yourself around friends. Going on dates. Seeing the latest movies. Having your first kiss. Planing your future. That's what every teen wants. Have fun, make memories, enjoy life. 
                                   The lost things.
What we'll never get back. It's just me. Lonely, tired Finn. And yeah, my life has turned into a shit storm. Everyone I loved or cared about either died or abandoned me. And for some reason, I think I need to keep living.
                                  Why keep living?
My older brother. He's out there. I just have to keep looking. He's smart and resourceful. He has to be alive. He's the only reason I'm still going. The only reason I still fight. Seeing his face will remind me of those old days, the happy past.
                                 Those lost days.
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