I've never and wouldn't open up to a random stranger.
My mom told me that I would build layers of walls around me.
And I would just keep building them.
I hardly let people in.
Only a bunch of people know me for who I am.
No, I don't have trust issues.
I fear oblivion.
I fear not being remembered by anyone.
I am not saying I fear oblivion just because Augustus Waters does too.
I've been left and judged by too many people.
I know you won't leave me.
You won't, right?
YOU ARE READING
Crush
Short StoryCrush (verb or noun) 1. deform, pulverize, or force inwards by compressing forcefully. 2. violently subdue (opposition or a rebellion). 3. a crowd of people pressed closely together. 4. a brief but intense infatuation for someon...
