"Open up." He said.
"No." I told him.
So in response to my reluctance and distrust, he whisked me away into a cloud of comfort, of happy, of acceptance. He taught me things about him, told me stories, and kept me ever feeling wanted. I just watched him. I liked him. And I soaked up every innocent moment of togetherness that we had -- even if it was just him sitting beside me while I was quiet. He listened when I talked, he told me not to cry, he never left me feeling like I'd let the world down. I knew so much about him and, still, I kept quiet. Until he said I shouldn't bottle everything inside. Until he said sometimes it's better to let it out to a friend. Until he said he'd be my friend.
"Open up." He said.
"Okay." I told him.
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Thirty Days, Thirty Prompts
Short Story"Thirty Days, Thirty Prompts" is a creative writing challenge that I host on my blog heyimawriter.com Each day there is a one-word prompt for thirty days. I'd love to have anyone join in! If you do, please do share one of your writings with me! I'd...
