Endless, idle chatter floats around in the air, going through my ears and getting stuck. Now this, this is migrane city. Abanon all hope, thinking creatures who enter here. I look around the tables spilling over with teenagers everywhere, jocks here, nerds there, drama club somewhere around, et cetera, et cetera. Insert other cliche highschool groups here.
Then there's me.
Well, not so much me by myself. I had August. He was gone now of course. Most people who are shot in the head choose not to stick around for too long.
It was my fault that he was gone though. My fault we walked that day. My fault there was void in my heart. My fault I didn't have my other half. My fault the person who was always there to keep my in line was gone. My fault he was gone and I was still here.
My stomache does a twist and I can't do this. I can't do this.
Mintues later I'm sitting, doubled over the toilet and dry-heaving. "August..." escapes my lips softy
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Yup, It's short. But I'm going to try not to neglect this one.
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