所有我的蝴蝶，它伤害。 它伤害了你的想法。 它伤害了爱你。 好痛。 你不在乎。他妈的你 all my butterflies, it hurts. it hurts thinking of you. it hurts loving you. it hurts. you didn't care though. fuck you.
eight
"hi, mrs. steeles. is lucy home?"
parvana held onto a warm cup of tea, chai tea. she waited in front of her door.
"u-uhm no, she's actually with her dad. watching her favourite movie, the scream."
"but lucy doesn't like scary mov–"
the door was slammed at parvana's face.
parvana heard whimpering from a far, she was slowly walking to that direction as the snow became heavier.
her eyes grew wide, seeing the girl covered in pink, purple, red, darker colors and lighter colors of bruises, she was trembling, she was crying heavily, she was cryings hard, she looked scared of everything. the snow around her was red, dark red puddle.
parvana dropped the tea on the ground, letting the hot liquid melt the snow.
the last thing the fragile girl, laying in the snow was a scream.
"LUCY!"
