Today one year ago, mom passed away. Dad and I went to see her. Tanner met us there with flowers. When I saw him there I began crying and couldn't stop. I rarely talked to him about her. It was a mutual agreement and understanding. One year seemed surreal, I don't know how to explain it. But it felt like I was going to go back home and see her again. Except I couldn't. Dad was silent. At her grave, we stayed there for quite some time. Then dad excused himself and left. Tanner and I stood there for a much longer time. I didn't expect to cry that much. When I stood there and stared at the flowers, I kept thinking about how I felt like I killed her. It was my fault, wasn't it? If it weren't for me, then she wouldn't have been driving.
At some point I told Tanner I felt really lonely.
He gave me a note, I have yet to open it. I will later tonight.
I'm so glad I met Tanner.
DU LIEST GERADE
Diary Of Us
KurzgeschichtenA girl's diary in which she writes about a short-lived connection with a boy. *COMPLETED STORY*
