Hi, wrote this a while ago, a year, and my writing has improved,so go check out my other books on wattpad.
But this was my very first story on wattpad,so it has a special place in my heart

Morgan|
This is a beginning.Not a ending.Yet.I am only beginning to carve my story.A beginning of a web.A start of a tale.

What happened wasn't anyone's fault but mine.I started it.But I didn't end it.But to go back,to when it began,then this story could start..

2015-January
I wait,anxious.Worrying because if there's anything I can do then that's worry.I don't think she is going to come.There was only a small chance that she might even come in the first place.I walk backwards and forwards, around the bus stop then around again.Waiting.Maybe that's the point of me being here.Being alive.Just so I can wait for her and pick up the pieces of her scattered life.I leave.Because sometimes I am sick of doing things for her.

So I walk home in the dusk waiting for the sun to set.Waiting for yet another friend.Yet this one I know I can lean on.The only problem is she lives on the other side of the world.Her name is Ava.Ava I can rely on.She'll catch me if I fall..