twenty eight
“harry told me she tried to commit suicide,” dylan told me. “her dad found her in her tub with slit wrists and an empty bottle of pills on her lap.”
i took another drink.
“you think it was because you left?”
i threw him a glare.
he shrugged it off, “she looks better, now.”
i nodded and took a drag from my cigarette.
dylan chuckled, “she even got herself a new boyfriend.”
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Memories of Aspen
Short Story"Because memories of Aspen were all I had left." *Spin-off to Forgetting Roman*
