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Extra: This story is with my own two made up characters and i hope you ejoy the first mini part to this series. Enjoy and if you have any comments, questions, concerns, or suggestions please message me!
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My dear boy, my sweet, sweet boy,
how i’ve longed for your love again. God, how i’ve longed to see you again. It has been so long since i’ve felt what love feels like. And although I cannot imagine falling in love with anyone else, I still long for that feeling that I could only ever feel with you. The feeling of warmth on a dark rainy day or the sensation of your hands on my waist holding me close. I long for the days where I could hold your hand and tell you how much I loved you with that cheesy smile on your face. I miss running up to you and giving you a massive hug everytime I saw you. The feeling of your arms around me and the smell of your favorite cologne filling my lungs.
My parents try to forget. They both act like everything is normal and that the days don’t feel longer than they should. “You have to move on; let go Sanaya.” They say constantly. And yet their words only feel like a pesty fly that I swat away; words that I always brush off. They keep persisting that youre gone; dead. And even so the only thing that I can think about is how much you’re going through. How scared you must be and how much you must dream about coming home. Everyone in town has given up on you. Your mom is going back to work, trying to act like everything is fine. She still cries herself to sleep everynight, I an tell. No one ever says anything, but each morning she goes to work with her eyes puffy and her nose still a little red.
Some days I want to forget too. Some nights I drown myself in my parent's liquor and I sit and cry in my room until one of my parents come and snatch me up. Their signture line is, “You can’t keep doing this Saya. I’m going to need o find a better hiding spot.” Then I open that same cabinet and those same bottles are still there. Its funny almost, you being gone. We used to talk about the day we would get married, and we would have our own family. “I’ll never leave you.” You would always say. Yet here you are, gone. No warning, no goodbye, just a small text with random letters. My parents say that you tried to text me something before you disappered, but it was too late. My friends say that you just accidentally sent me the text long before anything even happened.
All we know for sure is that that was the last communiaction you had with anyone before you left. You were all over the news for about a week. You were famous for a while you know. I know you would have hated that. People only knew you because you were gone, not because you were the smartest in our class or because you were talented at everything you did. “I want people to know me because of who i’ve become. I don’t want to be known for something stupid like a dumb TikTok dance.” You would say anytime I would try to record a silly video of us to show you off. My friends pity me and have been giving me “space.” But I honestly think they’re only tired of seeing me cry and whine about you being gone all the time. Your friends have slowly gone bck to normal, only a few of them still talk about you. I’ve talked to only a few of them; all say they’re just trying to forget about everything and move on.
It’s been almost three months since you’ve gone missing. They’ve taken down most of the missing signs now and your name barely comes out of people's mouths anymore. But for me, you’re all I can seem to talk about. I miss you so much. It should’ve been me, not you. It should have never been you. You’re the most perfect boy in the entire world. I miss you so much my love. Please, come back home. I love you.
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I deeply apologize for being gone for so long after the whole Wilbur fiasco i decided to log off just to restart in a way. Thank you for reading and i hope you enjoyed!
