I now could tell what was in his voice. It was sadness. And hearing it from him broke me into pieces.
The only thing I wanted to do now was running away with him to the meadow and have a picnic and read books as he talked nonsense about france.
Tears started to come out before I knew it. But I made no attemp to stop it, though.
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He Left Me Alone
Teen FictionHis name was Logan McHale. And i didn't know why he left me alone. Short Story #171 (06/28/2014)