There she stands behind her wrecked window. Under that roof in that old building.
She looks melancholy at the houses out side the window.
She feels the cold breeze touches her soft skin, leaving her heart colder than before.
She is not depressed; she is just can't take it anymore.
She was gorgeous , with all the pain in her eyes.
This was just the begining
YOU ARE READING
she .
Teen Fictionit all talks about her. her feelings her brokenheart her inner self her life her mischievous lover
