prologue: the end of the night

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She wept for me. She cried for me and all I did was stare in wonder. Her tear stains are still evident on her pale white dress. Her red pumps were taken off and thrown somewhere across the hospital room. Her burgundy tinted full lips trembled as her dark brown eyes moved up and down surveying the damage. My voice box was broken. I had no effective way to tell her to stop crying. I'm fine because the truth of it all was I'm not. I'm hooked up to machines with an oxygen mask. I shouldn't have gone to that damn party.

Too Bad, So Sad.Donde viven las historias. Descúbrelo ahora