she left that night.
her mom wasn't far at all.
she walked a few blocks and stopped at the entrance to the hillside cemetery.
she trudged across the dimly lit sidewalk that wound through the tombs.
she finally stopped at her moms grave.
she breathed shakily and read the tombstone.
'reality is what you make it,
don't forget those who care about you.'
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𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐄𝐓 || 𝐄.𝐍.
Fanfictionshe spoke and then she didn't. = he was there and then he was gone a short story /lowercase intended\ *tw~abuse and mentions of abuse.*
