[Almost gave up on ever making this piece any good, but now I think it's more bearable. Edited on 10-05-2023.]
Wednesday, May 10, 2023
Repost: Lost
He talked to her about those he considered to be lost. He talked about what it meant to be lost as if there was only one way to be lost. He talked about it from the perspective of an outsider, and she pretended to be an outsider too. If she were to tell him that she was an insider, that she, like them, was also lost, this would only fill him with a sense of loss which he wouldn't know how to cope with; he wouldn't deal with being lost as she does. Just because she was lost, or felt lost, or would be considered by others to be lost, didn't mean she wanted others to be in the same position she was in. She carried the weight of being lost by herself, in secret, screaming with him and the crowds so they wouldn't know she wasn't one of them, for her sake, and for their sake too.
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short story,
six sentences
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