XI.
We're sitting just like in the dream, but on the roof instead of your bed.
Our legs are dangling from the edge, it wouldn't take much to lurch over.
Your eyes are glassy, new bruises have showed up on your face lately.
Where's your boyfriend? Is on the tip of my lips.
Your face is so sad, pale, hollow, dejected,emptycrestfallenmiserabledespairing.
I wish you'd smile.
I swing my legs again, knocking into yours gently.
Why am I here? You asked.
I stared at you, at your cheeks, the slope of your eye, your cracked lips.
Why are you suffering? Why can't I help you?
You finally looked at me, there were tears in your, no, in my eyes.
The words died in my throat, You'remyrosethat's why.
YOU ARE READING
Bloody Mary
Short Story{{Warning: This book mentions romance between two girls, and violence, (possibly strong language).}} This is a short story. I remember the first time I saw you, blood smeared across your nose. Holding breaths as if you were afraid someone would hear
