My heart stung and my knees buckled, bringing me to the colorless ground. It felt like a part of me had been ripped out and cut into pieces. The pain was unbearable.
My head rested among the blossoms, their blood-red tint contrasting against the monochrome grass.
I was tired.
I was numb.
I was dying.
February 18, 2019.
YOU ARE READING
random drabbles and short stories
De TodoIt's simple. Ideas come to me and I write them out as best as I can. Start: May 9th, 2018 End: Not yet. COVER BY: @plutohh
