At night, I dream of him.
We're at that same lake again, and I'm standing on the water, but this time he's not there with me. Instead, he's on land, safe from drowning with sand stuck between his toes. He's not looking at me. I call him five, six, ten times 'til my voice grows hoarse, but he doesn't look. Not once.
Instead, he turns and starts walking, and walking, and walking until I can't see him anymore.
And when morning comes, I find myself choking in my own tears.
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Disequilibrium
Mystery / Thriller[A psychological thriller] When you can't even pay for a bottle of water, you might want a friend like Casper. This may be hard considering he's the God-given prophet of Seabrook high; the type of kid who offers existential philosophies on a Monday...
