evanesce 'mc

ev·a·nesce

Michael

Her eyes read

Fear
Confusion

She stared at me as if she wanted to remember.

I did want her to remember. Just not the way I hurt her.

"Tell me about me Michael" she said looking at me straight in the eyes as if she was begging.

I smile, "well your names Margaux Stacy Holland, youre 18 now, your birthday is on November 12, you like bands, like all time low, blink 182 nirvana, panic! At the disco, oh, you like bmth. And 5sos," i smile, "you love writing, poems and such, you love painting. Flowers especially, you have a stuffed giraffe called Finn"

She's looking at me, for some reason i dont read her. "How?" She said "mm?" I hum. "How did i get into an accident?" She said,

You didnt get in to an accident. You committed

"Its better you talk to your parents about that Marg," i suggest, as much as i wanna answer all her questions , its been a two years ive never heard of her. Not even when i went home, nothing. Ive bumped in with Jackson and his mum at the supermarket. But we really didnt talk about Marg for some reason.

I never know why.

Til now.