i headed to the roof yesterday. i was depressed.
she was there, sitting under the gloomy sky. clouds were threateningly close, rain was about to fall.
but she didn't care.
she was high;
earphones plugged in,
ecstasy running trough her blood,
a cigarette in her hand.
i was sorry.
i didn't have anything to be sorry about, but i was.
i cared too much.
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dear danelle
Short Storyis it strange to fall in love with the girl who you barely speak to? [lowercase intended]
