I stared at his brown eyes. I'd seen them for too many times.
He smirked and let go of my hand. I nearly forgot about our handshake until he broke it. He took a step back and ruffled his brown hair. I blinked and furrowed my eyebrows together. Why was I feeling weird?
I was sure as hell I was not gay. But my heart is hammering when I look into his eyes. I felt his eyes on me. I looked up.
"You alright, mate?" he asked politely but his voice was firm and rather comical.
"Who are you?" I asked.
"You still have not figure it out? I thought you and my little sister were very close," he responded.
"Little sister...?" I paused. "You're Heather's brother, aren't you? You're Flynn?"
"A* for you," he cheered sarcastically as he burst out his jazz hands.
I was not amused. I sat on the edge of his bed. I didn't want to separate from the soft surface even though the sheets were smelly.
"How did you know me?"
"Well, after she died, I went into her room and I saw you in a few photo with her," he began and took out a few photos from a drawer.
He handed it to me.
"One...," he said.
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"Two...,"
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"Three...,"
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The Reason She Fell
Teen FictionHeather Loskey jumped off the top of an office building one day. No one knew why and she didn't leave any will either. Her parents demanded for an investigation as to why their youngest daughter took her own life. They found out many things re...
