𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚞𝚕𝚝, 𝙻𝚒𝚜𝚊 ✔

𝚃

"Do you remember the girl, who used to sit in the back seat of the class? The girl, who isn't here anymore?"

"I know her. I also know, that something is wrong with her.

Everyday when I go to school, I pass her home. I saw her looking through the window yesterday. Her hair was messy, and I could see her red and puffy eyes.

I wanted to wave, but she closed the curtains quickly, after seeing me.

Empty beer bottles, that were usually thrown beside the door, were now splattered around the yard.

I didn't even stop and went straight to school."

Tristan