Thinking back on it now, John was like that black cat, lonely with its eyes always on the ground. But I had made a fatal mistake, realizing this connection over ten years late... Realizing it when all I can do is visit your grave. I wish I could go back in time, and give you that support you needed so much those days. But now all I can do is stare, my eyes down and away, looking at you, in a different light.
When it was too late.
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Eyes Down And Away
Short StoryArlo finds an app that allows him to write entries in his own online diary, why not give it a chance? Why not write about a certain classmate who is always in his mind? !! WARNING: This is a short story that was made at 1 AM...it was also my second...
