Best Friends, Ex-Friends, Lovers
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Last published Fri, Jul 3, 2015
The story of a lonely girl and an even lonelier, depressed boy and how their lives entwine.
Trigger Warning
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"Um... Are you okay? You look lonely." I said, finally addressing him.
He shook his head, opening his mouth as if to say something before closing it sadly. Then, he pulled a notebook out of his bag, in which he started scrawling with a biro. On the page he showed me, it said:
"You can sit here but I'm not going to talk to you. Sorry."
I frowned, trying to work out this strange boy. Eventually, I shrugged and sat next to him anyway.
"So, what's your name?"
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