hands | p.jm [ sequel ]

me

I didn't go to work today, cause I felt upset, I wasn't okay.

I watched the TV all day, eating chips and drinkin' soda.

Later on I saw the news, a dead body laying on the floor in an abandoned building.

the shiny things were knives, everything was ruined and tortured, except for the hand.

Its hand was wiped clean, but its face was messed up, you can't even tell the gender.

day past after that, everyone thought I died, I asked why? They said my fingerprint was a match.

I instantly cried, it can't be right. You can't die. Not now, never. Not until I'm alive.

Now I know why your hand was the only one unattacked, you wanted me to know it was you.

I didn't even get to tell you how I felt for you, how much I love you, sorry Y/N. It's my fault and I know it.

I know who killed you and I know very much why.

I love you Y/N.

[ end of sequel]