The wind blew my hair into my face again, i sniffled and brought the hair behind my ear. The silence was almost peaceful with some underlying destruction beneath it. I stroked the stone infront of me.
here lies,
Helia Grant
mother, daughter, wife, friend.
"Love is not about possession, Love is about appreciation"
i sobbed. "dammit mum, look at me I'm a mess.. just because of those words" the tears flowed effortlessly down my cheeks. On my knees, the sobs flowed past my lips, each one quaking my small frame.
"hey... mom, i got that job. you know the one at that publication place? yeah i love it" my voice broke. The wind blew again, and the hair made a veil over my face. I wiped at my eyes once more before standing up again, my hand traced the surface of the stone as i walked away. When i got to the car my dad was waiting in the drivers seat, the same beanie covered his white hair.
"hey baby girl wanna go grab some food?" he begins as he starts driving. i pull my legs up to my chest and look out the window.
"i just wanna go home" i reply softly. i hear him reply with a hum and i sit back and watch the trees whiz by. As soon as they blur together, i know im asleep.
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foster- Taylor Marie Hill
harry- himself (duh)
Munroe (Foster's dad)-Robert Downey Jr.
Mia- Camilla Cabello
Bishop- Diego Barruecos
Halley- whoever
if anyone is even reading this, good luck..
YOU ARE READING
Girl Spoken.
Randomthey say once you meet your match all hell breaks lose. i would say i agree but thats a little pg for the occasion. x - Foster
