I still remember the moment he left.
He left us all hurt.
He left for a reason.
He left for me.
So now I walk down this old and empty street.
Searching.
Searching for the one who left.
I don't know who though.
I don't know his name.
I don't know my past.
I don't know my future.
I don't know this road.
None of us know.
All I know is that it is important.
He has the answers.
But who?
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Those You Left Behind
Science FictionThis story is created by many people including YOU. Leave a comment on the first chapter saying you want to do a chapter. Please read the whole story before leaving this message. When Samantha was thirteen years old she was found unconscious on the...
