"He loved her, you know.", says Gabriel suddenly as the bus rolls over a pot hole.
"What?"
"Chris. He really loved Aimee. It may not seem like it, but he did."
I look over to the seat that Chris would've sat in if he had been here today. I realize he hasn't been the same since her death. I realize I shouldn't be so selfish. I wasn't the only one who lost Aimee.
He had lost her too
YOU ARE READING
her words.
Teen FictionTRIGGER WARNING: suicide, depression & a hell of a lot of stupid thing like slut shaming bc 15 year old me was an idiot. '"Here.", said her mother as she handed me the notebook. "She wanted you to have this." Without saying another word she wiped...
