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- Phineas Alistair Mallory
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- Phinn, Phinny
D0N'T 3 V 3 R C4LL me [ 0 L D ]
- Twenty-one years young
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- August fourteen
iiT M 4 K 3 S me all [ C0NFUS3D ] iinsiide
- Straight
H 3 L P! my [ H34RT ] H4S been ST0L3N
- Bella
a N0T so [ H 4 P P ii L Y ] 3V3R after
- I guess you could say I was one of the lucky ones growing up. I had a good family and really fantastic friends. Well, I guess we all had it made, actually. Because we had each other, through the thick and thin. I never had any siblings of my own but I never felt lonely because my best friends were family to me. And I couldn’t have asked for a better set of brothers and sisters. But, despite everything good I have to say about my friends, because we were all really tight, there was one disadvantage. It was awkward for me personally because I was and still am in love with Bella. I can’t exactly pinpoint when my feelings as a friend evolved into something else entirely but there it is. Funny thing, she’s actually my best friend’s twin sister.
Speaking of Lockie… Even the thought of his name still brings back the memories, good and bad. I remember when he told me he was going to enlist. I was proud of him; it was a brave thing to do, to fight for his country. But I was scared, too. I mean, it was a dangerous place to be. And I was right, too: Lockie got killed in a helicopter crash. Hearing the news was like finding out the world was ending. And if it hurt for me, I was sure Bella was doing much worse than I was. But I was a complete and total idiot at the time. I could only think of myself. I should have gone to comfort her but I was too chicken and not to mention self-absorbed. I missed my chance, and I’m pretty sure I came off as a jerk, to Bella and my other friends. At the funeral, it still didn’t hit me that he was gone. I really had trouble accepting the news. And somehow after that, we started to drift apart, away from the only people who could probably understand the pain I was feeling because they were hurt, too. As a result, I steadily got depressed.
As a way of escaping the pain, I turned to reading because it helped me escape into a different reality where I didn’t have to think about Lockie being dead. It distracted me long enough that I didn’t constantly think of his burnt body being flown away on a stretcher from some godforsaken battlefield. I guess you could say that it’s at least not a bad vice. I mean, jeez, my best friend dies and instead of drugs, sex and drinking, I read? But my new habit put a bit of stress on my parents because I started to become reclusive and hardly went out of my room unless it was to get a new book, or for the necessities like food. Some of my friends tried to reach out, and my parents worried for me but none of it did much good. And all that reading put a strain on my eyes so I have to wear corrective glasses now.
When I received the letter, I was hesitant to go back to a place that held so many memories for all of us. I hadn’t talked to any of my old friends since the day of Lockie’s funeral. But a guy can only brood and be depressed for so long before he really starts missing his friends and the person that he loves. And so, I picked up the broken fragments of my life and headed over to Wolf’s vacation spot. Who knows, maybe I can finally get my life back together again?
[ HiiDiiNG ] B3HiiND the CURT4iiN
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