Memories seem to pass by from inside my own mind. I can't escape them, and I can't outrun them. Suddenly it's summer, suddenly your alive, and I begin to re-live those precious moments with you. I stare at you, at my beautiful J. I reach out to you, longing for you to be there when my hand meets your once bright and smiling face, and the memory fades. I awake in tears that night, and just pass it off. Crying was normal now, almost a routine in fact. For once I wished not to be alone, and your face again crosses my mind. My mind easily runs back to that night, that tragic night. No one knows exactly how you died. No one except me, no matter how many therapists or officers talk to me, I'd like for that night to remain between us. But now times are changing, and you're not coming back. Im sorry.
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We Could've Been
Short StoryMy name's Adeline, a girl from a thrown out town right smack in the middle of nowhere. I was in love, beautifully and wonderfully in love. All that has changed. This is my story. The story of my J. ~ima try to add to it every now and again~ Have goo...
