Dear Niall,
You asked me why I was like this.
I told you I was dying.
You told me I was wrong.
I asked why'd you care.
You told me you didn't know.
I told you that you can't care about me.
You yelled at me saying that I was just too stubborn to realize I was fine and that everything will be okay.
I yelled at you saying you were wrong and that I will die.
You stormed out.
You left me crying in the room.
I wish you could just realize, I was dying.
I hurt myself that night.
I let myself fall again.
Don't let yourself get you.
YOU ARE READING
Lucky || nh
Short StoryLetters from a girl who was emotionally dead. Letters from a boy who wanted to keep her soul alive. - Niall Horan fanfic