Alan Fray- A Short Story

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Innocence. Love. Happiness. Childhood. I think about that every now and then; think about the old days when I was a kid. If only now...I would feel free, unrestricted, like paper in the sky. Floating. Flying. Everything new. Nothing boring, plain or repetitive. I recall someone I cherished greatly in the deepest depths of my heart. His name was Alan Fray.

Here I sit with my pencil in hand, trying to stabilize the faintest of a tremble. Here I sit and write our story.

How we met.

How we became friends.

How we fell in love.

And how he left.

So here I write, to you and to the world.

This is our story.

~*~

This is my perspective on reality. Things don't always go the way we want to, and not all love is a fairytale. We all come from opposite, but similar worlds, don't we?

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