( authors note: this introduction is gonna start off with some edgyness, I'll actually start with the characters p.o.v. in the next chapter. :) )
I remember the times where you use to hold me, particularly when we were on good terms; that long-lasting feeling of warmth consuming my arms, the softness of your body close to me, and with your smile gently displayed. It felt like heaven, but for you, you were just hell, even if you tried making me content, I just knew the feeling wouldn't last for long because that pure frustration, the sadness started to run down against your skin, the goosebumps and the facial expressions were symptoms to this behavior. I didn't like it as much, I was every other human being: concerned, scared, filled with sorrow, I had to break it to you.
When I first got up in the morning, the house was filled with some void, this emptiness physically and emotionally whereas for you, you felt happy. I didn't know how to react or to feel, even though I could feel my heart ready to burst and with my eyes ready to stream tears, I felt like an absolute mess. I decided to drag myself down the hall, not seeing the pictures that were previously there when I brushed my hand against the wall, and then all of a sudden, I could see how much that meant to you. You weren't safe around me, but you kept calling out my name, an example being for help, and it wasn't help.
It was some loneliness.
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Never Forget
Teen FictionPhoto cover doesn't belong to me, as I originally found it on Pinterest! Summary will be filled out later, but this story is a fictional vent with some backstories to it.
