Pluto

7 1 0
                                        

When the sun burnt my skin I didn't feel alive. I wanted to disappear so bad I could only pray so I was taken away.

It hurt. I sobbed into a park bench. There was no one with me. I was her and she was no longer there.

I caused it.

I'm the one to blame.

I'm the wrong one.

It's my fault.

MOONDUST • NAMOWhere stories live. Discover now