she walked out of the building with her head hung low, her father now in jail for drug dealing and abuse.
where are these people going to take her?
she thought so many things on her way home. and when she arrived he was there.
"will..."
"you left me out here with the ice-cream." he smiled at her.
"i... you waited for me?"
"why wouldn't i?" he walked over to her and took her hand.
"let's go put this in the freezer and wait by playing some games or netflix any choice you want. we don't need to talk about it now, we can wait until later."
"ok." she said grabbing the icecream from his hand and putting it on the sidewalk. she tugged his sweater and pulled him closer as he spread his arms open and hugged all those broken tiny pieces together again.
"...andrea i lo-"
"ANDREA!"
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Short Storyi drew a butterfly on my wrist, in hopes that this feeling would no longer persist, but things got bad and i started to cry, so the butterfly on my wrist had to die. once again i tried to set myself free, but it seems my thoughts have stolen the ke...
