I want to forget the faces of your parents when they saw you on the floor.
Dead.
But I can't.
Like I can't forget your eyes open, staring at me.
The color of the sky, but without its spark.
I will always carry the weight of the world on my shoulders and the weight of your body in my arms.
YOU ARE READING
When You Are Gone
Historia Corta(Sequel to When We Were Happy. Spoilers included) It's not good to take things for granted. Especially people. Because you may never know the day that that person leaves your world slanted. "How do you feel?" "I don't."
