She stands there sobbing, her tear drops falling onto her best-friend below. She couldn't believe it. Her tear rimmed eyes glimmered down to look at the angel below. She is really dead.
Today at sundown, Kristen would be put in the ground.
Margo POV.
She felt a warm hand touch her shoulder. She knew that scent from anywhere. The mix of pine, sweat, and the ocean air. She turned around and embraced Finn in a tight hug, breathing in his scent and crying into his chest.
He was there that night.
His brown curly hair, and warm hazel eyes was all it took to know it was him. Kristen had been talking about him for months. Finn Reyes. She had met him at a party, and they had been close ever since.
I did it really know Finn until that night, but I'm glad I went. It was an instant click.
Finn kissed her head and swept her up "it's time Margo"
Finns POV.
I don't really know how I feel about this whole death thing. I'm not happy but I'm not sad. All I know is that Margo is starting to realize the truth.
As she cries into my chest, I sweep her up in my arms and whisper in her ear...
"It's time Margo"
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Fake Flowers
Teen FictionOne boy, one girl. Struggling to get over the loss of their best friend, decide to go on an adventure. The couple travel across the whole U.S., starting in Florida, making it all the way to California. Along the way they make new friends, and face o...
