My last day.
My last damn day, not the last of us. Or so I thought.
I was leaving NDO, a day before, due to snow.
Everyone was buzzing around, the news were just "launched", and people ran everywhere organizing their ride to the railway station, or straight home. My parents were to come and pick me up later.
I truly didn't care about anyone but Him. He was very excited. Not because I left, no, because the principal had given him the responsibility to organize the buses to the train.
I couldn't blame you, but I did. I slowly said bye to all my –other- friends as they went. Some were crying, though I'm not a crygirl*.
About two hours after school ended, the remain of us were watching tv in the dorms, while waiting for our parents. Wondering where he was, I texted him:
"Come and meet us in the dorm. We're watching tv."
A couple minutes later an answer came in:
"I'm already gone."
nqP
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I know this is short, but when I came to his answer, I had to stop. I had to let it sink in, like I had to years ago.
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Never Been Good With Words.
RomanceWe were never good with talking, were we? Maybe that's how we lost it all. *: all the words that I make up are noted with an asterix.
