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Leah
He left. Conor left. Again. It was something that I used to. Something that was seemingly repetitive.
really? so why did you do it, leah?
Not again.
So I did it.
Leah?
I did what no stupid 19 year old should even dare to do.
no
I stood up on a chair. The rope was tied unto the led that held my light bulb.
There was nothing for me here. Everything I had suddenly became everything I lost.
the irony, huh?
I tied the rope around my neck, letting it linger on my chin.
but we don't have to die, leah.
Please.
You never listen to me.
You know how they say that when you die your life flashes before your eyes? Well, all I saw was Conor. His impeccable smile. His hair that always seemed to smell of summer fruits. That wonderful manly smell of aftershave and cologne.
our love was tragic, leah
My eyes filled with tears at the thought that I would never ever smell that delicious smell again, I would never feel his arms wrapped around me protectively.
Dont! Don't drag me to hell with you, DAMN IT!
I allowed the rope to slip down a little further, not too much. It suddenly filled my heart with guilt that I hadn't even left my mother a letter. I was just leaving and she would never know why. The rope slipped down to my throat and the chair rocked beneath my feet. I never got the chance to say goodbye, before my world went black.
leah?
oh, it seems we're dead.
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A Million Crushes
Fiksi RemajaMy name is Leah. Since you're practically stalking me now, I shall enlighten you on the current dramas that plague my existence. Please, by all means, jump on the bipolar, hormonal, depression train. Enjoy the ride.
