After a shower was perceived I dragged myself into my living room, fulfilling great wonders: sleep. I got interrupted by a doorbell angrily throwing my blanket off of me, making it land on the floor.
At the door I pull it open, yawning, rather loudly. " Yes? May I help yo-" I trailed off, with my eyes dismaying me. To find her broken-hearted on the stairs of my house. Chestnut hair that is now tamed. Eyes that were crestfallen, no more twilight in your pupils, just darkness drowning them little by little. I take you in my house, sitting you down.
A/E: didn't really care for this chapter ehhhhh
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Short StoryBack when they're were teenagers hopelessly falling in love with the wrong people, Grey decided to tell the story in his point of view of how it went with his first unrequited love. cover credits: @tadieshi
