"What are we then?" I whispered to him as I stared into his eyes, with tears rolling down from mine; I grabbed onto his hand.
He forcefully removed my hand. I saw anger grew in his eyes. A sense of coldness and separation quickly filled the atmosphere, like a wall was built between us. Even if he didn't say anything, I knew.
"Farewell, buddy."
As I walked away, he just..stood there. He's watching the person that loved him, but he didn't love back, walk away.
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hiddenfeelings
Short StoryA book filled with made up scenarios that derives from things I see, things I feel emotionally and mentally. Including poems? Maybe. Very rare though. But, Enjoy.
