"I'm sorry, (Y/N). But I only think of you as a little sister to me.." He spoke softly. You stood up and walked to a bridge and sat on the edge, strangely enough, Jack didn't follow you. He left you. "Thank God." You whisper.
*few months later*
"24 year old (Y/N) (Y/L/N) was found dead off of bridge. It has looked to be a suicide attemp." The TV spoke.
I was lazy.
Plus I just wrote what came to mind.
WHELP SEE YA
YOU ARE READING
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SonstigesWarning: This book may contain: Adult Content (Sex) Drugs Self-harm Cursing Rape Etc. If you are sensitive to these things, I will put a warning.
