she cried.
she cried alot and told me everything.
everything.
her passion to paint.
her love for her younger brother.
him trying to take her paintings to an art gallery out of town to get her noticed.
and dying on the journey.
that accident.
her guilt.
the reason why she stopped painting.
her doing his funeral.
everyday.
the reason she wore black now.
everyday.
her sitting on the swing because of the childhood memories with him.
i never knew she was this deep
i stayed with her. not just because she told me to but also because i myself couldn't leave.
how can i? she had enough of loneliness for this life and i wanted to take away all of it. i was planning to stay for a long time. so that's what i told her.
and her reply was everything that i needed to know.
"if you ever leave yoongi, i might die again."
YOU ARE READING
black, myg
Fanfiction"she never wore black..." lowercase intended short story started 1st july 2016 completed 11th july 2016 highest ranking: 1 in short story and 13 in fanfiction
