Noah Williams
Weeks went by, but nothing changed for me. They said it would get better after a while but it never did. It even feels like it's getting worse every day.
Every day I miss Richelle a little more. Her smile, her eyes, her laugh, the way she talks, everything.
I stare at a picture she just posted on i********:. It's a picture of her walking on a street, it doesn't have a caption. How is she feeling? Is she really okay with how this all ended?!
" Noah," my mom suddenly says walking into my room, "ready?" I sigh and stand ups from the ground I was sitting on. "Yes," I say. She sends a genuine smile my way. "Let's make a fresh start," she says, "you can't live in the past forever."
Well that's for sure easier said than done!
I follow here downstairs to the car in which everyo
