"alyxandria? care to talk with me?"
this is the first time
the first time that someone asks me to talk with him/her
and with that i said yes
"can you still remember nathan?"
i know somebody asked her
somebody asked her to ask me about nathan
"yes i can still remember nathan.
he's my boyfriend.
'til the day he died."
my tears are trying to get
their shit together
up in my eyes
"sorry to hear that,
but do you still have contact
with his parents?"
"no
sorry i need to go"
"do you still
love him?
or miss him?"
i pretend that i didn't hear her question
but yes i did
and my answer to that
question is yes.
and with that
i can feel my soul giving up
because of the pain
my soul's having
YOU ARE READING
bruised and scarred
Teen Fiction"I'm bruised and scarred, and nothing can ease the pain I'm feeling every single day."