The Human

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first shovel of dirt on th

cry.’ The continuous chanti

either, betraying every word I had been sayi

stopped whimpering since I got here, aft

ate bond stronger than me, but I needed him

my thoughts, and I turned around to see my lit

. It’ll be okay

words,’ I thought but offered

er. We only met three years ago on my eighteenth birthday when I accompani

beauty fascinated me even b

to go to her. I could still remember her scent. It was intoxicating, and her smil

ew too well snapped

, Caleb and Ella—my love—now completely cove

st wanted to be in her presence a l

as he took shaky steps toward me. I had to admit, I

ted each other. That was odd for two boys d

ver the years, we learnt to tolerate each other and became somewhat friends.

gh to be around me when I was snappy and irritated, but then I realised that he

rned to face him. After giving him a straine

o move or talk as I simply sat in the car. Caleb join

ed as he drove. I sighed, ke

who wouldn’t push it, so I could be honest with him. “I just

rs or never. But I have to live withou

only hummed in response, knowing that I w

I will never love