Boys aren’t supposed to cry, I must be a girl. The tears are so numerous… I can taste them on my lips, salty and disgusting. They only resolve to make me cry even more. I try to remember, I try so hard. I need to know why, I need to know what cause there is for such pain I feel… and then Lireal calls to me, I’m in her arms, staining her shirt with my sorrow. I… remember her so well right now… it’s been so long since I last forgot, it seems odd.
“What is your name?” She asks so calmly…
“Amanda.” She hugs me so tight, my tears all but disappear. She’s so happy… because she needs me to remember. Is it because she loves me, like I love her, or is it because she loves her reputation, and doesn’t want it hurt. I won’t ask her… I don’t care to know.
I’ve decided all I want is for her to happy…
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