Sharp knife of a short life...
I've had just enough time...
Dear Asher,
I knew This was going to happen. I didn't want to hurt you, but instead I did. I warned you of me, yet you stayed. I don't have much time left, so I will make it short. I love you. I always have loved you. From the day we met in 2nd grade. I used to dream about is getting married, having kids, and being together until we are old. When I turned 15 I realized something: that wasn't going to happen. I was just too broken to be fixed.
But even broken things have wants, have wishes. My conscious let me go and hurt you. My walls came down. How did you manage that? I feel heavier by the second, Asher. I must go now. God is calling my name. I love you Asher.
It just us now,
Genevieve.
I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS BOOK!!!
YOU ARE READING
When I die young
Teen FictionHonestly, I only have one idea of where this book is going to be going. I'm guessing that you already know where I'm talking about. Read it and find out if you like it, simply because I cannot do everything for you.
