dear wren,
i know that it's been a while. i've just been so exhausted of late.
the doctors said that i'm getting worse. and maybe i am, and maybe everyone is worried about me, and maybe i'm just a little worried about you.
you've been coming over smelling like alcohol and having puffy red eyes. something happened, wren, and you won't tell me.
i know that you trust me. i care about you, so i feel like i deserve to know the truth.
i'll be showing this to you soon. please tell me.
-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. |
