she ran the path towards the library. she stopped at the corner seeing the small coffee shop.
she remembered buying cupcakes from this place with her mom and nash. now she just runs pass it without thinking until now.
she walked in and stopped needing to use the bathroom.
"when are you going to tell her?"
wills voice? she thought.
"soon."
nash? she thought again.
"who is the unknown number anyways?"
she tried to get closer to hear but tripped
"it's-"
they look at her.
YOU ARE READING
Cuts.
Short Storyi drew a butterfly on my wrist, in hopes that this feeling would no longer persist, but things got bad and i started to cry, so the butterfly on my wrist had to die. once again i tried to set myself free, but it seems my thoughts have stolen the ke...
