love,
i've been pretty well now
that i've moved some of your things
out of plain sight.
i don't have the heart
to throw it away.
when i was packing it all,
my fingers grazed over
an old school yearbook.
do you remember when
we first met in class?
it was my first day in secondary school,
and you offered to show me around.
i refused at first
but you insisted with a smile,
so i smiled back and nodded.
i wish you could help me now
like you used to.
-yumi
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Short Storyi thought of you so i wrote you a letter [COMPLETED] warning: depression, mentions of abuse, alcoholism, overall angst