june 1, 2013
dear autumn,
remember this?
"elliot, go away. please."
"no."
"please. i'm a mess. i don't even know how you can put up with me."
"autumn--"
"no, elliot! just get out! i don't need your stupid pity!"
you pushed me roughly out the door, with tears all over your face. your hair was disheveled and your clothes were wrinkled. you had bruises on your cheeks and neck.
that was a week after we met in school. and that was the first time i saw you break down in front of me when i'd visited you at your house.
but it wasn't the last.
- elliot
penned weakly on a card, placed in his jacket, right beside his heart.
YOU ARE READING
dear autumn,
Ficção Adolescentea girl long dead and gone. a boy not accepting the fact that she's gone, and so he writes her little bits and pieces of what he's going through without her. [lowercase intended]
