"you almost died."
the words pierced through me.
like bullets.
i almost died,
i didn't realize.
did i want to?
i just wanted to talk to them again,
my mom and brother,
just to see them again,
hold them,
to be with them.
i missed them,
it felt good.
but i also missed my friend.
and i couldn't leave him,
i didn't want to leave him.
i needed to wake up.
i had to,
i wanted to.
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𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐖𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐄
Short Storyan almost decade old story. * "one tragedy changed their lives." a story with dialogues and minimal description, in which a boy ends up in the hospital after a car accident and his friend slowly collapsing under the weight of his tortured mind. but...
