SHE {sequel to YOU}

eleven

today i decided to go outside.

i put my hair up and zipped up my jacket,

finally looking in the mirror after weeks and weeks.

i'm sitting on a bench now, trying to write all this out. but i miss her so bad.

it feels like all i speak are static screams. can she hear me?

i've tried to admire the simple patterns of the clouds in the sky.

but everything just seems dull and weary without her near.