Psychedelic Love Story

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ncouraging enough. It was a chilling morning; there had been a heavy downpour earlie

everyone in the school alrea

answer that either. I lost my mom yesterday. Every normal human being would have

ss; I was a bit late, but I gue

was far too relieved to cry. She had been in the hospital for the past two weeks, feeling excruciating p

sing sight that would haunt me forever. I really loved her but didn't get the chance to bond with her. I was so busy living out school on a high. All I ever thought about was getting girls and winning the next football matches. I was a crucial member of the school football team, perhaps th

tle conversation and humored her. She found it difficult to talk, and it grew worse daily until she couldn't anymore. I watched her f

ould rather have them not visiting. There was an underlying feeling they came to see me at my most vulnerable state, to see if I had cracked under pressure. I always carried a

ness; he was rarely around. I couldn't blame him for that; I was also busy maintaining a classic life. Him bein

while I watched in anger. I know he really loved her, and the feeling was obviousl

girl I had been eyeing for so long, and my Dad from making a successful business trip. Neither of us noticed she was falling ill, which she kept to herself. I did notice she seemed weak and tired, but I assumed it was stres

ery thought of it. I knew why I didn't stay back at home; I was scared my guilt would eat me up in my sile

a gentle soul, perhaps one of the class's favorite teachers. He seemed so loved for a number of reasons I was oblivious to, but I ra

e. I greeted Mr. White, who also s

led me

'm so sorry about the death of your Moth

u, sir,"

ask me the obvious question. Why was I in school today? He refrained from it. H

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nned to pay you a visit at home today. W

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an. May her soul

I was going to hear a l

erally everyone, both familiar and unfamiliar faces. Each was the same statement. I wa

the endless stream of condolences. I isolated myself on a chair at a secluded part of the school and sat down alone. I wante

eep me reminded of what I was so desperate to forget and get over. I was lost in my thoughts. I heard the sound of