Status: Sad... Sorry.

Please, Come Back

Okay. Empty, empty, empty. That's how I feel.

I look at my surroundings, and there's nothing I can see that makes me feel comfortable, I feel like everything's the same. If I am here or not it doesn't care. I feel replaceable. What's the point in working hard if everything is still the same? What's the point in helping you if you forget I exist after? What's the point in giving you my shoulder to cry on if when you're alright you're gone?

I suck at summarys so just read it, it's a one shot anyways.

PS: It's sad.
PS2: Re-written, I found it in spanish and loved it.
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