Her father had died
He killed himself
Slit his wrists
Violet didn't cry
She let one tear out
And then it stopped
August hugged her
She stayed over his for a weeks
She didn't want to see her mum
He understood
So she stayed round his
His room became theirs
It became hard for him to keep away
She shared a bed with him
They used the same bathroom
The same toothbrush
The same everything
And he loved it
And she loved it
He loved him
She loved him
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Earphone and Textbook
Short StoryA bright shining girl in love with music and a shy sweet boy buried in books. Violet would always have her earphones He could hear the drumming of the beat He noticed the slight movement of her lips At each lyric He didn't know the songs before her...
