dear wren,
so today is the big day.
i find out if i'll be able to live for a while longer.
i was at school for half of the day, i even told you i was leaving to go to the hospital.
but you didn't question it. you just told me you had to get to your next class.
so i forced a smile and watched you walk away, that damned leather jacket hanging from your shoulder.
if there is something wrong with me, i won't tell you.
you'll pity me and treat me like i'm the most important thing in the world.
no, it may sound strange, but i like things the way they are.
-grace.
YOU ARE READING
leather jackets.
Teen Fiction| you were standing all alone in that leather jacket of yours that smells like cigarettes and moth balls. you still wear it, even though it's tattered and old. i think it looks lovely on you. |
