Only if I wasn't here, only if I was dead, only if I committed suicide, and everything will be okay... but that didn't happen so.. let's begin.
Hello I'm Claire, a typical teenage girl, who has issues, wants to die, and does. Am I suicidal, that's what my mother says. I took a couple of pills, actually the hole bottle. Our mother stashes our medication she thinks I don't know she does drugs, she's so clueless. I'm on the verge of dying and here I am sitting on the bathroom floor unconscious... all I see is black. Only to be awaken by a boy. Dark blue eyes like the sea, dark brown hair almost black. He's smiling at me. His dimples that I have always wanted to see, but never did, until now. What a beauty and all mine. "Don't be afraid to fall in love again, it was a
(coughing up blood)
it was a pleasure to
(cough,cough)
it was a pleasure to love you, and to hold you, to kiss you with passion, and to wakes up everyday and you are mine. I love you to the end, don't forg-" dies in a middle of the sentence. To the boy who fell in love with a typical teenage girl.
And this is their story.
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Historia CortaA girl who always has her headphones in, blaring with twenty one pilots, on the loop. Only for a boy who notices her, and sees her but she never sees him.
