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.
YOU ARE READING
Suicidal || m.c [completed]
Fanficin which a suicidal teen writes letters to the girl he loves. [lower case intended]