no one knows. not me, not her, not her traitor. they hadn't had any ideas as to why and they never really stopped to think about it.
they locked doors and closed eyes and they didn't know why. they fell in and dispised and they didn't know why. she sat and she thought until she could think anymore.
i tell myself she's fine. i try so, so hard to convince myself of this. she's fine, she's fine, she'll be alright. the lie repeats itself endlessly, ringing through my mind. please, she's fine.
days , nights, escaping afternoons. lies, images, restraining from losing myself. she went in everyday though she had so much to hide and i know she seems sick but she's only fine.
YOU ARE READING
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Short Story. because her eyes looked in mine and built a tower in my heart, and every time she cried, it only all crashed down .
