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Call it mere words, call it freedom of press expressed, call it my entire soul on a blank, public slate: it doesn't really matter. The important thing is, this isn't for anyone. It's me, and there's you.Challenges.
Write about someone leaving unexpectedly.
“He’s gone.”
“Huh?”
“I said, he’s gone.”
“Wha..Where’d he go?”
“I don’t know”
“What do you mean, you don’t know? What do you mean by ‘gone’, anyway?”
“Want to look at the note yourself?”
“‘Hi guys, I think it’s time. Love you.’ What the hell is this supposed to mean…”
“I don’t know”
“Why would he…how could he…”
“I don’t know, Abigail.”
“Screw you, Lily! Screw. You!
“It’s all your fault. You always pushed him away; you wanted him to go. And now he’s left, because of you. Selfish bitch.
“Ugh. God dammit. I…I’m sorry…I guess we need to hold onto each other now don’t we. I know I don’t have anyone else. Fuck.”
“Abigail, I don’t know where he went. I don’t know if he’s coming back, but I can’t stay here.”
“Not you too…”
“I can’t”
“You can’t what?”
“I cared about him as much as you did.”
“But you didn’t love him like I—”
“Yes”
“Fuck you! Fuck you and Him and You Slut and Him Bitch GOD DAMMIT”
“I’m sorry, Abby. I don’t know. I can’t. It’s just time.”
