It was my last class for the day.
I always liked music, even though I play drums as an anger conductor, but I never saw Tyler really. We were all finishing up some reading when the teacher stopped. I heard it too, the sweet melody of Tyler on the piano. It was paired with his small voice, making it pretty.
But.
It was sad. It was sad.. But beautiful all the same. I
listened until the end. I got it. I was crying but I really couldn't care less, because my pretty boy was...
Sad.
He was sad and I could tell.
He was sad and I wanted to help.
He was sad... And I was too.
((K so I'm just gonna say that this may or may not be depressing after idk... It depends on what I feel like when writing. So, Imma do me some hw and I'll cya round town))
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FanficThe words he read were not told by him. · · Hi, I'm in the works of remaking this book, and it will have a whole other concept that branches off from this. If you would like to read this, you do just that. Just know that there will be a different on...
