It sent a slight pang through my heart whenever I was insulted or invalidated and enraged me whenever someone did that to my best friend.
I would sometimes cry those nights. I would think it would never get better. I would again believe I was broken. My best friend would arrive with ice cream and thank me for standing up for them.
You made it all better.
YOU ARE READING
#no romo
Short StoryA short story about aromanticism. || TRIGGER WARNING: SLIGHT MENTIONS OF SUICIDE/DEPRESSION ||
