I arrived at your house, surprised to find Natalie already there. Her clothes were scattered across the floor, and while I know the truth now, I believed you then when you called it a sleepover, there was no reason not to.
Her hands traced your arms as we watched a movie. Back then a slight twinge of jealousy crept into my chest, but I understood that somehow her touch and her love towards you were different from my own.
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Why She Jumped
Короткий рассказBy the time I woke up on January 1st, 2013, Amelia Jackson was dead. Trigger Warning: Suicide Abuse Self Harm (Disclaimer; I do not own the cover image)
