He went away. He didn't explain where to, he just grabbed his bike and left. After four days, I haven't heard anything from him. I miss his smile, his eyes and his dorky humour.
I'm scared, not sure if I can handle this.
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Cannot handle (Phan)
PoetryHe shook it off as if nothing happened, and hugged me. His warmth calmed me a bit. But he knew I couldn't handle the truth. --- Phan story. It was meant to be Dan's perspective, but it's in whatever perspective you want to read it in. It doesn't eve...
