The headstone was pretty. It seemed to shine in the light. I liked the way it felt against my fingers. Smooth and cold. It made me sad for the girl buried underneath it. She was sad, and she deserved more than she got. She was sick, and she died because she couldn't handle the cards she was dealt. Looking at her headstone makes me more grateful to be alive. My life is only as bad as I make it. I'll survive because she couldn't. I'll live- and I'll do it well.
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FanfictionYou were comforting and quiet. How did love become so violent?