4𝓉𝒽 𝑜𝒻 𝒥𝓊𝓁𝓎

3~

"Sitting at the bed with a halo at your head. Was it all a disguise? Like Junior High"

Between silent tears, you were there. You looked so angelic, so peaceful.

I could almost see the halo that adorned your head.

I almost convinced myself it was a lie. Like those plays we used to do in Junior High.

You acted so grate.

I remember I fell in love with you while watching you.

But you had other ideas in mind.

So we became best friends.

I also remember your voice. That beautiful voice you had.

It always made me fell deeper for you.

But we were best friends.

"Where everything was fiction, future and prediction.
Now where am I? My fading supply"