Six Word Memoirs on Life Stories

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I walked to the bathroom after my workout today after school, taking special care to go to the far one so that I could just be alone for a little. I had three tests today which I have been slaving over to study, but I didn't perform well on any of them. I just needed a little time that nothing or anyone could bother me. I walked in to find that there was already a girl in a stall; it was an odd time for anyone to be around because it was about 4 o'clock. She had been crying there. Ironic how I had gone there to collect myself and if tear came I could let them, but she also was there. She left a moment later and our eyes met quickly through the crack in the stall. She looked like a deer being hunted, so helpless but still beautiful in her vulnerability. I wish I had gone after her. To tell her I know how she feels, and that it's going to be okay. This is the second time this has happened, the first with a different girl in the hallway before school. The same helpless look that I've seen in the mirror as well. I wish I could help them both and remind them that they're not alone.