{Last chapter loves}
As much as I try to stop the memories, I can't. tHEY FLOOD MY MIND.
It's an unbreakable spell.
All the times we were together. The laughter.
The crying.
Fighting.
...
The love..
Oh, the love... I miss him. Why did he do it?
I suppose time has passed.
But all i do is sit in a room. One that is not mine.
My belongings strewn across it as sometimes I stroll about the room.
But I never leave it.
I haven't showered once.
I don't really know what day it is.
But I know that he died..
On Dec. 1st, 11:21:51 am to be exact.
And I automatically count how long it's been..
So I guess..If I wanted, I could tell what day it is, but I just think about how it's been, which it's been...hmm
About 129,756 minutes..
Since his death.
I think their funeral passed. I had a phone, it was ringing a lot. From old friends. Even one of my sisters. But I never answered it and just let it ring.
It finally died.
I didn't bother charging it.
No use.
What use is a stupid object anyways? All it does is light up, make life easier for the lazy people. The ones too "busy" to come and visit you in person.
Better that it died..
I just wish he hadn't..
I miss him so much. So so so much.
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Teen Fiction{Completed} My name..is Destinee Kearson. And honestly, I thought I've experienced Heartbreak and pain. As well as love. But never like the love with him. Him.. It was different, it was beautiful. It was real and raw. It was the kind of love you...
