date: 6/5
i remember when i broke my arm for the first time. i was twelve, and i remember being so scared. you were by my side, though. you were holding my other hand that wasn’t in a cast and you wiped my tears for me. you were great at being a best friend.
can you be my best friend right now again? i really need you to stop these tears that are spilling on this piece of paper.
YOU ARE READING
lost
Ficção Adolescentea girl who starts to write in a journal about her best friend who went missing, in hope it’ll keep her reminded of him through the hard times.
