1.17

Final

1 day left.

She had looked, had tried to find the sender of the small note inside of her locker.

She never asked me, and I didn't expect her to.

I was reduced into nothing, under her gaze, just another nothing under her feet.

I was okay with that.

She was still my queen, but she has forced the the cloud up even higher, up to my mid shoulder.

It's like a swirling black vortex, darker than the deepest hole, no end to black void.

I couldn't wait for prom.

Our final dance, before we part ways, forever alone, but a parting welcome into the world.

Our final dance...