Taylors P.O.V.
I stare at her, and she stares back. Then i hug her, and she hugs me back, nuzzling her head into my chest. All for a sudden she starts crying.
"Hey Wynter," I say trying to comfort her. "Wynter your okay."
"Im sorry," she says and I listen because i know she has more to say. "Let me just tell you my story, and then lets see if you want to hug me then." We walk over to a bench and sit down while my arm is over her shoulder and shes leaning against me.
YOU ARE READING
Blown Away
RandomYou may think that I am a happy, normal girl, but you don't know the half of it.
