Suicidal || m.c [completed]

Letter ten.

I don't know when I want to do it. 

It could be after school. 

Or it could be next week. 

I haveto decide though. 

I could be breathing in your smell for the last time today. 

The thought that you may actually care isn't there. 

It's faded. 

Like a night sky. 

It's faded. 

Faded. 

I just wish I could've built up the courage to speak to you the first day I laid eyes on you.