And from somewhere farther and more beautiful than here, another girl watched them.
She watched two girls that had been like her heart and her soul, and just as different from each other. But she needed the both of them, needed them both to stay alive.
One taught her how to live. The other taught her how to love. They, who had taught her so much, they deserved to be happy. They deserved to be free of this... this burden.
She watched Lea bent down over the grave, tears pouring out of her eyes. Her face, her pained expression. She looked like a rainstorm come to life.
Oh Lea, she thought sadly, My Lea.
She watched Scarlett put her arm around Lea hesitantly, scared she would throw it off but trying not to show it.
She watched them as they watched her, or where they believed her to be.
She let herself feel, to soak in the comfort of their companionship, even if they didn't know it. The two girls she loved most.
And for the first time since she'd arrived here, Claire Ashdown allowed her to smile.
For the two girls she loved most; they had lost her, but they had found each other.
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Aftertaste | ✔️
Teen FictionFollowing the death of the notorious Claire Ashdown, her best friend and former flame attempt to pick up the pieces of their shattered lives. Told by a limited third person, Aftertaste captures three heartbroken voices: Lea, the best friend; Scarlet...
