"So, who is going to be your date?", asks my mother once we get back in the car.
I shrug. "Don't have one." It isn't really a concern for me.
"What about that nice boy? With the hazel eyes?"
"Gabriel. His name is Gabriel."
"Well, what about him?"
I shrug again. I had never thought of him in that way.
"He makes you feel better.", continues my mother. "You actually talk, you actually smile."
"Well, he's not the one who kept me from Aimee when we needed eachother most, is he?"
YOU ARE READING
her words.
Novela JuvenilTRIGGER WARNING: suicide, depression & a hell of a lot of stupid thing like slut shaming bc 15 year old me was an idiot. '"Here.", said her mother as she handed me the notebook. "She wanted you to have this." Without saying another word she wiped...
