week three...
Anna thought as she wrapped up in her covers, the rain pouring outside leaving a ripple affecting in her unlit room.
it was only 3 PM, and time went on.
eva's been gone for 3 weeks
Anna looked up at the ceiling.
"I wish he didn't hurt her so bad, y'know? she'd be with me right now. Maybe if I would have told her how I felt I would've saved her, maybe if I didn't fuck up all the time she'd still here, it hurts so much, I-I don't get it. she always told me to never cry if she left, dead or alive. but she never gave me rules on when she... died. She never told me what to do, maybe she wanted to me to figure it out on my own but I can't figure out why she would have wanted to die knowing she'd just be killing me. She just told me to always like... call her if she left... alive."
Anna was crying by now. it's her fault.
all her fault.
hers.
Anna cried harder.
Eva wasn't dead. Though she was fighting for her life in the hospital. She wasn't gonna die cause all she could dream about is Anna. And how she is killing Anna. And how she never gave her a way to feel if she died...
But she was to late when she came to 4 weeks later, She looked past the "crying" Conner, the man who's started this all.
"Anna. where's Anna?" She asked "Eva... Anna's dead." He said simply.
"she's dead?" she cried.
she's dead.
