At lunch I saw Cassidy, I turned my head and looked at S. P. Whitman. She smiled and it killed me. She didn't eat today. Were things getting worse? She knows she can talk to me whenever she needs help. She does know that right?
The Leftovers
By Tyrantttt
I had become a leftover. I am nothing more than a plate of food he forgets about, And soon he will dispose of... More