You were grass between the nettles. A safe spot, finally. Somewhere I could recover from my aching. But I didn't want to leave. I got so used to it that I forgot what it felt like to hurt. So much to the point where I started to hurt, even without the nettles.
YOU ARE READING
Memorabilia
Random"You showed me colours you know I can't see with anyone else" (this isn't a story i just made this so it wouldn't take up storage in my notes x)
