Chapter Five: Everything.
A week had passed by. Summer still hadn't gotten the courage to speak to the boy with curly chestnut brown hair and sad amber eyes. Everything she did reminded her of him. Everytime she closed her eyes she would see him. She would see the way his dimples carved into his cheeks and the way he licked his full plump lips.
But she was so scared. Not of him, but of everyone around her that could affect the way she saw him.
God, she was scared.
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Short Story❝Grief and sorrow will always be near you, but it must not destroy you.❞ In which a broken girl and a broken boy were lost in a world full of agony. *** [completed] #86 in short story ; Broken Hills. copyright © 2016. all rights reserved.
