Air-um
Arum Dawn was a goddess. Her dimples were like mini craters that etched into freckled porcelain like skin.
Her eye's, fuck. Her eye's were beautiful. Her eye's were indigo flecked tsunami's that killed. They left people crestfallen; disheartened. They held a silent innocence, that I knew she didn't actually possess.
Her hair was black with thick curls. She had bangs that fanned against her right cheek, though she wore the rest of her hair in a tight bun, always.
I miss seeing her, bumping into her. she'd always have her face buried in a book, usually it'd be 'the great Gatsby' or 'pride and prejudice.' I miss her awkward smile, I miss her because,
She's gone. I've heard rumors that correlated with the words of 'she probably killed herself,' or 'she was so emo, god she needed major help. She probably did do it.'
'It' I dread that word. No, I have a pure hatred for that word, but only because of the assholes that messed with her, talked about her like she wasn't even person. She didn't have to do it. She could've came to me but.. She didn't.
an//: new story eh? Comment and vote plss. The amazing cover to this story was made by: GeolaReader
