I will never not care. That's a part of me. I spent so much time writing to you that I wasn't able to let go. I could barely grasp at reality. I will never move on if I don't stop. So this is my last letter to you. Maybe you haven't read anything else, but this will be my goodbye.
For good.
xx
YOU ARE READING
Storm
Short StoryAnd if you peel back the layers, all you'll have is a flower that can't go back together. ----- The story of Storm and the way she fell apart.
