She was black boots and a leather jacket.
She was a ride home; purple eyes in the night sky.
A complete galaxy- unique as her name.
She would wear all black and refuse to talk about death.
She would skip school to pursue her alter ego as a graffiti artist; yet she frowned upon smoking.
Don't look.
Don't look at the shadows and expect her to appear.
Don't read this and wait for a happy ending.
Don't say I didn't warn you.
Because whether or not you want to; you'll slowly see.
Why did I fall in love with Kennedy Hope you ask?
This is her story.
YOU ARE READING
Mentions Of Kennedy
RandomIt was like he blinked and then she was gone. He took her for granted; only noticed the shadow in the schoolyard when it was too late. She is. She was. She simply spat fire and gazed at him with piercing eyes. Would he be too late? Only you would kn...
