"Hi."
"Stop coming here."
"What?"
"I want you to stop visiting me."
"Lily, why?"
"You're not helping my recovery."
"I'm sorry?"
"You're not helping my recovery by showing up here."
"I don't understand-"
"You know, you're the only one that hasn't changed?"
"What do you mean?"
"Everyone else is different. But not you. And it's not helping."
"How is that not helping."
"You idiot. You're like...that spark of hope. That one small spark of hope that all this is some weird dream. That maybe I'm not crazy. And that I didn't mess up my whole life. You're the last spark of hope. But here's the sad part. There really shouldn't be."
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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.
