It was pouring rain memories flashed through my head why couldn't it be me why, it was all my fault anyway so it should have been me.
I was the one who had to go to the park it was me who made us leave the house so tell me why wasn't it me.
When we got in the car they looked so happy to take their little girl to go play but I had to complain.
It would take too long to walk we had to take the car that day, yeah the other driver was drunk but it was me who had to go to the park.
Mom told dad to watch out but it was too late he had hit us but we wouldn't be there if it wasn't for me.
abuela thinks I'm too young to remember. I just don't want to see the look on her face. I don't
want her to know I remember. I remember. I took her only child away from her.
I can't bear the look of disappointment so I just pretend it doesn't matter. My life is a lie. Always.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
rain
RomanceRain...something that can be so comforting yet so uneasy. The eerie feeling has yet leave. As he strides, a cold yet somehow reassuring look is displayed on his pale face. Will I ever get to see his smile lift? Those gums... how will I ever hear hi...
