dear diary
this is my twenty-four week in high school and i'm feeling better now.
i got to see becky this evening and we sat in the cafe.
she was so talkative that I could not concentrate.
but i love her as such.
becky: so you are together now?
me: no we just kissed!
becky: so you let him go?
me: yes because i'm a dying girl
becky: that's why he likes you!
me: exactly
YOU ARE READING
Fallen Girl
Short StoryMary's dead. But she's still breathing. That's the problem. TRIGGER WARNING: DEADLY DISEASE, HARD TOPICS LIKE DEATH AND HEARTBREAK!!!
