I decided to wear my brown sweater and skinny jeans although it was burning hot today.
I had to cover what needed to be cover.
When I got out of the house, I saw a rose and a card made by you on my door step.
The rose was already rotting.
Just like how I'm rotting inside.
When I reached the school, you were already there at your locker.
But you weren't alone.
YOU ARE READING
The Girl who wears Sweater
Short Story"One of the hardest parts of life is deciding whether to walk away or try harder." ------------------------------------------------ Story of a sad & lonely girl and a curious boy. ***trigger warning
