I used to mean so much to her, she used to sit and talk to me about all her small happenings in her life, she was my best friend. And I was hers but I don't seem to mean to mean as much to her anymore. We used to sit in her room together and play with her dolls house, and if her Mum were to come in and ask her who she was talking to I would disappear and become nothing. Then once she was alone I would spring back into her mind and I would come back to play.
She loved me dearly, she always invited me to all her parties with magicians but then she would get upset that I couldn't hold the rabbit, although none of her friends knew what she was talking about. Lucy is 15 now and she doesn't seem to think of me anymore so I don't appear as much. She meant the world to me ,literally, she was my world. I danced around in her imagination all the time when she was little but as she grows my dancing slowly becomes nothing.
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As she grows.
Short StoryBlurb- Everyone has that special someone even if no one else can see them. This is my first story and it is a short one but as my skills grow then I am sure they will get longer, please let me know your opinions on this short story and I will take...
