I want to forget the way I can still smell your scent on your old sweater that you left at my house.
It wasn't supposed to smell like you.
Your scent faded away years ago, but somehow I could still smell you.
I burned it.
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."
