I remember, when you were looking at me with those blue eyes full of love. I remember how I pushed you away. Now you stand here with tears in you eyes and I believe them. I believe those eyes that so many times showed me affection. But I turn away just like I did when I was alive.
YOU ARE READING
•Memories of a dead girl•
Historia CortaI remember feeling alone when I was alive. This is a short story about a dead girl who stands by her grave.
