evangeline
He walked up to me, again.
He asked how I was doing. I lied. He asked if I was okay. I lied. I asked him to stay away.
He said okay.
I wish I could be honest, but my issues are too much for anyone to handle. Even me.
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teton
I'm worried.
Every day her shoulders are a little bit lower. Every day her eyes are a little bit redder. Every day my heart is a little bit heavier.
Every day is harder for both of us.
I'm helpless. I don't like it.
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Short Storypeople change. sometimes. other times, they're just as horrible as they used to be but you just forgot.
