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Meet Me at the clearing
Ten friends. One cryptic text message. No answers. Is this a joke?
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Unknown sender: Meet me in the clearing at 7:00 p.m. There’s something important I need to talk to you about, but it would be better if I did it in person.
Sent.
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Yes, I could've been honest with them.
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Yes, I could've done better.
But in the end, I couldn't face my friends.
Will they suspect it's me or suspect each other? I can't tell one without telling the other nine.
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Everyone will be a wild card, and at the same time, predictable. They may blame themselves, overthinking what they could've done wrong and how to fix it. Or they'll be annoyed, frustrated, and determined to get answers no matter what it costs them.
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I'm beyond nervous, but I can't go back. I already hit send. They'll all show up for their peace of mind above all else. They'll come to the clearing because it has been our sanctuary, our place to run to when the world catches up to us. Now, it will be tainted.
All because of me.
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All I need to do now is accept whatever comes my way. So this is it, whether I like it or not.
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Right?
Bright And sunny
Peter was the one who sent the message.
But he didn't show up.
And we can't reach him since he's blocked us all.
My head is spinning, just like my world, as I run through the clearing. Peter was supposed to meet us here, but he didn't.
He's gone and no one knows why.
After practicing some breathing techniques from therapy, I manage to prevent the impending crash and make my way home.
How could Peter do this to us? Especially to me when he knows that I don't handle change very well.
Did Peter do this just to hurt me?
Did he skip town because he hates me?
Here it comes—but this time I give in to the meltdown and let the darkness swallow me.
If I had known what message awaited me, I probably would never have gotten up…
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