Every time I see my friends talking at lunch, I feel like I'm a stranger. They shared things with me, with each other. Why am I hiding to them?
Every time I see Clara at the house, I feel like a terrible brother. She shared a lot of things with me. I shared some things with her. Why am I hiding to her?
I felt like I was drifting away. So, so far away from them. I didn't want to be left behind.
There are moments I'd like to talk to Clara. But I was scared. I didn't want to see her reaction. I didn't want to lose her. I didn't want to lose my sister. So I just stayed silent.
I told myself I'll talk to her the next day.
Then it turned to another day. And another day. And another day. And another.
I'm a terrible brother. Am I? I think I am. I'm the worst. Why did it have to be like this?
Gay. What am I really? Gay.
Fuck. This is hard.
Why did it have to be like this?
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Elliot
Teen Fiction[Unedited] College freshman Elliot doesn't care much about the world. School, video games, smoking, skateboarding: his life revolves on those things only. He is put into a miserable episode when he had his break up with his girlfriend. But then he m...
