It makes sense if you look at the picture I have.
Incoming feels.
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Clara sat on the swings, her eyes filled with tears. She lost him. The man she saw was someone else. Not the floppy haired man in bow tie and tweed, but a man with attack eyebrows. She was glad he was safe, but it hurt her to see the man she... She may have loved gone.
"Are you okay?" A man asked, going to sit in the swing next to her. She didn't look up. When the man didn't move, she realized he wanted an answer. Might as well say something she thought, tears falling again.
"I lost a friend and I can't find him." She responded.
"What happened?"
"He's..." She didn't know how to word this. "He's changed. He's a different man now."
"There must be a good reason for why he changed." The man reasoned.
"But.. It was so quick. It was as if he didn't even say goodbye."
"He probably did, in his own way."
"I just wish he was still here." Clara sighed, drying her tears.
"He is, if he's just changed. You'll find a way to him." And the man placed a hand on her back before walking away.
Clara looked up and the man was no longer there. There was only a bow tie on the swing.
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The Soufflés That Got Burnt (Whouffle One Shots)
RandomThis is from 2014. I highly suggest for you not to read it, as I was really young and had little to no experience when it came to writing. Nonetheless, I leave it up for my own remembrance or for others who are looking for cringy prompts that they...
