"Lily. I'm so sorry."
"Jake, it's fine."
"No, it's not."
"It is, I promise."
"But aren't you miserable?"
"Honestly...I've never felt better."
"What? You're in a mental hospital."
"True, but it's not bad."
"How can you say that."
"What I am trying to say is that, I've always felt this empty feeling of needing someone. I felt lonely. But now that I'm here, I'm realizing that I don't always need someone next to me. I need to learn to figure things out by myself. And being here, it's helping me. I am going to get better. So when I get out, I can begin mending the things I broke."
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Short StoryUnknown: Hey peaches, I'm in love. And you're the lucky winner. Love is beautiful once achieved. But is love as real as it may seem? A/N: I wrote this when I was 12. Have fun with that.
