Why are you so sad? I repeated the question in my head. I had so much to cry over, but the voice was innocent; it belonged to someone that was too young to understand. I couldn't see her, even after lifting my head up, but I responded anyways. "It's a bit lonely in here."
The young girl didn't say anything, but I felt a sudden presence appear directly behind me before they placed a tiny, fragile hand upon one of my shoulders. "You don't have to be lonely; there's so many people that love you."
I let out a soft chuckle. "Used to," I let slip.
"What do you mean?" The young girl removed her hand from my shoulder before moving to in front of me, and I finally saw who it was.
Me; and I recognized the clothes, down to the stains. It was the day I met Oliver.
