I remember the day I learned the hard
way that the smallest coffins are the
heaviest.
That day I broke my promise.
Jason was too young.
Too young to die.
Why couldn't he live longer?!
Why wasn't I the one who was ran over
by a truck?
After all, I was the mistake.
That day broke my heart.
That day I was starting to reply I'm
fine, again when someone asked how I
was.
But the truth was, I was never going to
be the same ever again.
YOU ARE READING
When We Were Happy?
Короткий рассказ"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.
