He just stood there. Watching the crowd scream his name, watching the girls sing out of tune, just watching everything with a smile on his face. His left arm shot up into the air, he held his microphone proudly, like it was a trophy. Sweat fell down his arms and melted into his hair. His smile transformed into a grin, and in that moment, he wanted nothing to change.
For him, everything was perfect.
She just stood there. Watching the tears fall, watching the flowers begin to rot, watching everything with sadness in her eyes. Her right arm dropped the flowers onto the floor, she could barely move, it was like she was paralysed. Rain bounced onto the coffin, and soaked her black clothes. Her sadness grew into depression, and she wanted everything to change.
For her, everything was worthless.
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Roman pour Adolescents“We are all addicted to something that takes the pain away”
