I remember the day Chelsea told me I
was an attention seeking bitch.
I ignored her of course, but that didn't
stop me from crying that night because
you never came to check up on me.
I was forgotten.
YOU ARE READING
When We Were Happy?
Short Story"Well I don't want to remember." Not friends, not enemies, just strangers with some memories. ~ Please give this story a try. I'm no professional writer, but I hope you enjoy.
