You're eyes drained, the sclera in your eyes
d i m m i n g to an ivory white
"Amelie. ." I muttered,
Voice slipping through
the cracks that was
your broken smile
The invisible string attaching
Your stitched up heart
together with my own
Trembled with your pain
Your happiness falling
With each tear that slipped
Down your pale, creamy cheeks
"I'm sorry."
YOU ARE READING
Through Thin Walls
Short StoryA story of a boy that loves a girl one thin wall away. This story isn't going to be about how a boy fixed a girl, but rather the realization that she could pick herself up without anyone else's hand to help.
