Now that I sit next to your grave and cry even after 10 years to your death. I wonder if you were here, how would we be now?
Maybe we would have had a small bun of our own, have our small house and maybe we would have had rings on our fingers.
Only if you were here.
YOU ARE READING
Mutism.
Short StoryI wanted hear you voice, even if it was just 1 word. I wanted to hear your voice. [Completed]
