It started a normal conversation, editing especially others writing and such. But, it got deeper, as it always does. I won't tag her cause, she don't need that, but, let's call her Mad hater.
Then she spoke, over the phone, "we all miss you "
One phrase, four words, four syllables, twelve letters.
And I'm gone.
Tears cascade the pretty mask, revealing the ugly face.
One phrase.
YOU ARE READING
Vent🌌
RandomThis is just a vent book. All stuff and songs are original and copyrighted. I thanks prepare for edginess. Yeah, the cover has nothing to do with this book.
