Flower Boy

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EVERY EMOTION I THOUGHT I'VE FORGOTTEN WAS COMING BACK TO ME, and somehow self-hatred was the most prominent of all. I hated myself because I ran away from the one person I wouldn't mind spending my whole life on, avoided that person for three days consecutively, and slammed the door shut when he came all the way to my house.

But of all things, even if I let him in, I wouldn't know how to face it at all. I don't want him to see me bawling my eyes out; on the verge of breaking down.

The last thing I want is Judith seeing me fall so far from someone he was used to see.

He might just forget about me. And maybe that's for the best.

I never thought losing something leads to losing so many other things, life or death, truth or lie.

I wish I could never feel hurt anymore, but it seems that I'm bringing this hurting upon myself.

That's what dad said about me, and mom looks just about done. 

I shouldn't latch Jude to things like this either. He deserves his happiness, and I'm just an anchor weighing him down.

I wish I had Lucy now. She would be sitting next to me on the floor, letting me pet her as I talk to her about the most random things, and she wouldn't complain. She was more than just a dog, Lucy was my best friend. Before anyone else, by my side at all times. She was the last thing left of dad, before he was taken away from me.

Too bad Lucy's gone too. I hope she's now in a better place than here.