My Fallen Angel.
The words sat in black ink on the inside of my left wrist. She was my best friend, the love of my life. She had made me promise to stay alive, no matter how hard life would get. I intend to keep that promise to my girlfriend, of what would have been six years today. She took her life last year, and though it has been one of the hardest years of my life, and deffinitelly the hardest since I met her.
I love her, I always will. She was always there for me, and I let her down. She is My Dear Angel.
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My Fallen Angel
Non-FictionThis is a (very) short story. It is a story of love and loss.
