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Not for my best friend, my dad, my brother and not for her. Before I could delve deeper into my sad, messed up mind I received a message from an unknown number The person sent me a meme and, I just knew it was Kevin. That put a smile on my face, the first one since stepping into the cold, lonely house that I couldn't even call home. That night I slept dreaming of my budding friendship with Kevin, maybe life will turn out better for me in the end.

I fell to the ground like a rag doll. My mother rushed to me, pulling my lifeless body into her arms. Her sobs were heart-wrenching as she cradled me, rocking back and forth. "Please, stay with me, my boy," she whispered through her tears. "Please, don't close your eyes. Mama is right here. Please..."

Ignoring Tammy's confusion, John slowly walked over to my lifeless body. He took a deep breath and reached out to lift the corner of the white sheet. My heart raced, and I felt my eyes sting with tears. "John!" Before he could see my face, Tammy suddenly let out a scream. John turned around, startled. She threw herself into his arms, trembling uncontrollably, her face pale with fear. "John, that corpse is terrifying! I'm so scared! Please, let's leave."

Sly informed me as I stood and faced him. "Yes?" I asked. "Could you please say my name, just once. My real name." He requested with soft eyes that had me smiling. "Goodbye Silvester Gabriel Michaelson." I whispered softly. I watched a bright smile dawned on his face as he slowly disappeared from my sight. "I love you." That was the last I heard from Sly before he disappeared. Everything we touch will surely die but it's up to us to make the best memories with the people and the things we have today.

She was sitting on a bench playing with a flower with a cute smile beaming on her face. She looks so hot and beautiful that I couldn't stop looking at her. I was so lost staring at her that I didn't know how long I'd been standing until I heard her voice. She cleared her throat. "Sweetheart," I muttered with a charming smile on my face as I walked closer to her. She returned the smile. It feels good to be with her again. Words can't describe how sad and weak I was when she left and ignored me. It was painful and heartbreaking that I felt like I'm going to die.

I still remember it like it happened just yesterday, it's plain as day in my memory, the first time I saw Melvin Cross, the love of my life; I was a three year old kid who just got lost,I wandered the streets of California for days, I had just arrived there from Seoul, where I lived with my Asian Mother, I had never seen my father and I didn't even know I had a twin sister and my Mother's face I could barely remember, I was just a three-years old kid, lost, scared and hungry as I have been wandering the streets for three days, I was so hungry I thought I was gonna die soon, all I had on me was a locket necklace, which I remember my mother telling me not to loose it, I cried and cried, but fo

Things about to get real so hang on, really tight. Bye, Lots of love Cherry 🍒 Soundtrack: Him and I by G-eazy ft Halsey

The feeling earlier still not ceasing and this sadness that making my jealousy burn inside with the uncertainty in my mind. Shit. I miss him already.

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"You gotta be kidding me, Becca. Don't you get this thing straight in your mind that you're special to me? In fact, It's like a dream coming true to get kissed by your crush. You are beautiful. Inside and out. And I don't give a damn to the fact that I'm not your first. Because I know that I'm not going to be your first love, your first kiss, your first date, or all the first in your life, but I want to be your last everything." "But you are definitely the first one who said all these things to me.", She smiled, trying to hold her tears. I didn't stop from crying because tears were the truest form of emotion, and as long as it was happy tears. I was not going to stop it; instead, I would lik