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I stumble over rocks and cobblestone towards Maroon Lake, taking in my surroundings for the hundredth time this month. Sometimes I don't even know how I end up here, all I know is I can't keep her out of my mind.
The earth is damp against my hands as I drag them through the dewy grass. I dip my feet in the water, a chill runs through me, my socks are drenched. The memory comes flooding back no matter how hard I push it down.
I'm starting to forget him more and more, his breath against my cheek as he whispers ‘goodnigh ’in his light accent, the way he ran his fingers through my hair at this very spot. It's all too much.

We’re at the lake soaking up the midday sun, a smile plays over my face. I'm happy, truly happy. Laughing, he shoves me into the lake playfully, I yank on his arm pulling him in with me. My laughter stops as I plunge into the icy cold lake; I surface giggling and look around for him. I call his name, “Stop playing tricks on me” I smother another laugh, mocking seriousness. I dive under the murky water, opening my eyes, I stay there for what feels like minutes. My movements turn sharp and stiff as a turn in all directions. Water catches in my mouth and I choke back to the surface. My arms and legs do the work for me, pulling me out of the water and onto the deck. Then I'm screaming his name, tears flood my eyes, my cheeks are damp within seconds.
My breathing has become ragged as I imagine his pale eyes. I can't bear to be here anymore. I need to get up and move. Right now. My stomach starts pushing up bile, but I can't do that here, or at all. Not here, I tell myself as I sprint past my house. I don't even know where I'm going at this point, but anywhere else but here.
I'm at the park where me and Lidia used to go before Ellie moved, last summer, before- I can’t think about him. Everytime I do, my thoughts get worse and worse. I passed the woods we always told ghost stories about , the ice cream shop where he ordered rocky roads, his house where I spent most of my nights, I saw it all. But it only makes the hurt worse. My hands clench at my side, and I won't admit it, but sitting on the swings gives me new comfort now. I imagine chasing Lidia around the playground. We were too old to be in any way. He and Ellie behind me, all of us laughing as we unintentionally trample little kids. Me and Lidia never laugh anymore.
I think of Lidia, I never realized how close she was to him. After the incident, she never spoke to me again. She went to a boarding school only a few days after, she now sleeps in dorms. Every time I glance across my room is a reminder of how she left; no goodbye, no note, no warning. Only mom knew, but she thought Lidia told me. She thought wrong.

sooooooooooo yea idk i hope i did the thingy right

How crap, that is so sad and I live for angst! ❤️

Omg holy crap that is so good!!

It's amazinggg

((um you're not supposed to do it like this :...o

You're supposed to make a separate chat for the stories and you're supposed to request permission *smacks forehead*

(please move your feedback towards the chat section)

oop that explains the request thing my fault i was so confused yo