grey ; minizerk

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simon

it's been two months since callum left.

but i'm over him, i think.

although, my damaged body says something else.

'i might as well kill myself.

i am worthless.

callum, the only one who cared about you left.

now, no one cares.'

except... that cute boy who works in the library across the street.

he does care.

i don't know why he does

he leaves me small notes sometimes when i go there and talks to me when he thinks i need it.

he does his best to make me smile, i like that.

will i be happy again?

'probably not'

my thoughts told me. so i lit another one,

and my lungs filled with grey.

but the chemicals that used to make me happy, don't seem to be working anymore.

someone help.

a/n: (yes, i used a The 1975 ref heheheeee

oh and just to not confuse anyone:

when i write something like this:

'text'

it's a thought. just thought i'd let you know :)

also v sorry for making this story so sad it will get better dw lol ok bye)