Alone - a bbs story

Alone - a bbs story

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[Okay, so I was thinking about this being just a normal story, but something that happened to one of my close friends made me want to change this up abit, so I hope ya enjoy it!] Jessie had been bouncing from one foster home to another most of her life. No one wanted her. She was alone. Jonathan was dealing with the death of his brother, Luke. His parents tried to reach out, but nothing helped. He felt so alone...for the most part. When these two meet, their lives will never be the same.
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I didn't realize at first that those were going to be his last words... I never stopped to think that I wouldn't get another chance to call his name and have him throw his arms around me. I would never be able to tell him how much I loved him or how important he was to me, ever again. I couldn't even comprehend the thought of losing him. It's been seven years since that day and they haven't seen each other since. Carla became a school counsellor in the hopes of giving support to young children who are struggling with life but she never really lets herself fall back into her past. Evan became a paramedic so that he could save lives and save people from having to hear how their loved ones died moments before they arrived at the scene. He never lets himself truly remember that day or the paramedics who delivered the news to him while Carla stood by the wreck, tears falling from her eyes and his cell phone clutched in her hand. |------------------------------------------------------| | Short Story | Teen Fiction | No one ever truly wants to say goodbye to the ones they love because that will mean admitting that they are going- leaving us. What would you do if you picked up the phone and this time, saying goodbye meant saying it once last time?

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