dear nora,
tom told me that i'm better off dead.
i hope you're happy.
that's the boy you love.
i'm just the girl you kissed a few times.
should i die, nora? is this really what you want from me?
come home please, i don't know if i can fly with these wings.
love
atlas
YOU ARE READING
winterstorm
Teen Fictionshe was my winter-storm, and i will never forget the everlasting hail she used to destroy our love.
