I'm sitting on her bed up against the wall, watching as she sits at her desk writing. Observing the muscles in her arms flex as she erases her work for the hundreth time in the past three hours. Her newly cut hair tied up, but keeps falling into her face since its too short for a ponytail. Wearing her glasses, although she has perfect vision, because she once said it makes her feel smarter.
She than began to humm her work aloud, then quietly sing. Sadly this did not last long, as half way through her voice croaks while tears start to fall. Crumbling up her paper she threw it away along with the rest, got up, set her glasses down while undoing her hair, and weakly climbed into bed beside me.
There was nothing that I could do to comfort her. For she had long ago forgotten that I'm still here.
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Teen FictionI have always been there for her. From Saturday mornings watching Tom and Jerry. To nights where she didn't want to watch anything anymore. Until she started forgetting about me. Forgetting me like I was never even there. So I was stuck, like wat...
