stay (lsm) || fin

well

she sat on the cold beach.

everything was dark and silent.

except for the rushing tide and cold night's wind.

she sat very still, in an old cardigan with a colour so faded that people could barely recognise.

but she liked it.

and she thought it still smelled like him.

his scent couldn't be erased from her mind.

even if he was thousands of miles away from her.

even if she hadn't seen him in ages.

even if she was just in her mildest hallucination.

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i dont think ive ever quite gotten a depression before but writing as a form of rant does help me

and i like the idea of this story

because i love that song

LH

2017/06/13