I bit my lip as I refrained myself from crying. I miss the hugs, the jokes, the laughter, the love. I miss him. I want him back, in my arms, just to stroke his curly brown hair, to stare and get lost in his enchanting blue eyes. I miss the days of giggling over him with my best friend, making flirty attempts to impress him. But I didn't have to do that, he loved me for who I was. They didn't. A tear trickles down my cheek, then another. I push the doors, drenched in my salty tears. They are looking at me, their eyes filled with pity and sadness. They don't deserve to feel sad about it. They don't.
They're the reason he killed himself.
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RandomThe titles says it all (idek what to do since I have school and often have a writer's block but I'll try my best)
