i've always gone to your swim meets. always. after the accident, i told myself to quit. but it was a habit. a habit that i had no control over. so today, as i sit in the bleachers, and watch your body glide through the water, i wish more than anything that the water could swallow me up. that way i'd never have to see your face again.
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forgotten
Short Storyremember me, because we were each other's everything. and all of me is missing, because you keep on tripping. so come back, and please don't let your memory lack. i love you. don't forget you once said you love me too. [#255 short story: 5/9...
