Violet: Black pillow

No matter how hard I search, I cannot find Brandon anywhere. I give up and shove into my room. I scream loud, hard and long into my deep black pillow. I feel the pillow becoming wet and warm as tears spill over my pale eyelids endlessly. I didn't know what was happening.

Why the hell are you crying? I asked myself. It's not because of Brandon.

Okay, maybe partially..

Beads of salty, warm water continue to stream down my face.

The End

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