Unclaimed, Not Sorted [Random]

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''Don't expect to be loved if you keep yourself locked up from the world, Jamie.''

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Not understanding sentences was normal for Jamie. From his friends, his teachers, his therapist, everyone spoke to him like that-in riddles that he didn't understand, but tried to decipher anyway.

So while everyone else's mothers asked their doted-on children how their day was, things like that, his mum would say a sentence to him. Every sentence was different, and Jamie loved that. Those sentences, he knew, were what kept him alive.

Everyone's sentences were different, and to Jamie, they were all amazing.

He loved his mother's ones the most, though. They helped him in ways he knew were probably nearly impossible, they were better than any therapist, and maybe no one else knew that, but he definitely did.

They were also the only sentences he'd ever understood.

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''Jamie...your mother has cancer.''

Jamie stared uncertainly at his father, unsure of what to say. All he could see was his father's moving lips, his upset expression...but what was he saying? And where was Mum?

He missed his mother. Where was she? Where were her sentences?

Why wouldn't she come back? 

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Thanks to SophieAbnegation and Giselle_PHANDOM for voting and commenting, and for understanding my possible lack of updates. I promise I'll go back to studying, I just had a story idea here. Do you like it? Feedback, please? I'm not sure if I should expand the idea but I love it personally. :)