She smiled at me.
Well, she did before.
Before everything else.
I hate myself for ruining that smile.
Those smiles that are now replaced with frowns and a thin, plain line.
Am I really that ungrateful?
I once had an angel, but I cutted her wings off. Now we're both in hell.
YOU ARE READING
Ungrateful | myg
Krótkie Opowiadania" Am I ungrateful enough not to realize that there's someone who really cared?" -MYG
