He took his things and he left.
It turned out he spelled my name out in fancy, pretty letters on the sidewalk with the chalk.
Funny, he never struck me as an artist.
I spilled my tea on it and washed the letters fade away.
After that, I was really sad for a while.
The worst kind of sad, too, the kind where you know deep down there's nothing you can really do about it no matter how much you want to.
So, finally, I went to my room and looked for my letter.
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Good Enough - Luke Hemmings
Fanfiction❝You couldn't love me if you tried.❞ © 2015 DontMove_Honey OH NO THIS WHOLE STORY IS A BIG TRIGGER AND I'M SORRY BUT IT HAD TO BE DONE SO PLEASE USE CAUTION BEFORE CONTINUING BECAUSE I FORGOT TO SAY THIS BEFORE I LOVE YOU BYE hey, this story i...
