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A dryness of my throat. A tingling of my skin. A tremor down my back. Will it all be over then? A laugh building. A sob- just the same. I can't fight this feeling Of being the one to blame. I've fought with you. I've loved you with all my heart. You were my best friend. Now it's all fallen apart. I wish you were still here. Just one hour more. To make it all up to you. And fix what was before.

Once upon a time, there was me. And I- I guess that's not a way to start a story, eh? I'm a boy, 13 years old. Nice to meet you. My name is Miguel. Russian. What was I saying?.. Eh, right, that's no way to start a story. I remember. Well, my story. Nothing funny, really. A sad story. I guess. Everyone hated me. Always. I have no idea why, really. I was always the reject. Hated. Yay. I guess it was because I am too shy. And then she appeared. She didn't hate me. I have no idea why. But it... It made me happy. I wasn't alone anymore. And so we were in the same class, and we had lots of fun together. We wrote a collab story, we drew a