dear diary
this is my sixty-second week in high school and i'm feeling lucky.
today, i got to kiss scott for goodbye.
his lips taste like a warm spring.
which is around the corner.
and though it lasted only a second or two.
it seemed like an eternity.
scott: promise me something
me: i promise! wait... what am i promising for?
scott: promise me that I will see you soon!
me: you know i can't promise you that
scott: then it leads us only one thing
me: yes, goodbye it is
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!!!
