I remember when we were getting old enough to really understand what was left for us.
When we finally understood the pain... For some reason it hurt more...
I remember how we both contemplated self harm.
I remember how we both knew the other was probably thinking it too.
I remember how we found markers and drew hearts all over each other.
We didn't just draw them on each other.
We drew them for each other.
On our wrists.
On our arms.
On our thighs.
Hers were green.
Mine were blue.
We redrew them every Monday.
I found her blue marker one day.
I tried drawing the hearts but my hands were shaky.
The hearts all came out crooked.
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After Sunny
Підліткова літератураHer best friend kept her from harming herself. Her best friend was the closest thing to family she had left. Her best friend was the only thing she had that mattered. And now her best friend is dead. But Sunny didn't just die. Sunny committed suicid...
