"You are one of the strongest people I know."I said to her. Her head rested on my shoulder, her fingers gripped my shirt.
"No I'm not. I'm weak. You just don't see it."
"Then let me see."
" Some pain isnt meant to be shared. That same pain is to be dealt with alone yet it is that pain that is so significant, it leads you to your death. Like a bread trail. One thing adds to another and soon your sorrows have dug you deeper than any shovel." Her eyes drooped closed and her breath even out.
She fell asleep on my shoulder.
YOU ARE READING
The Girl At The Back Of The Library
Short Story"What you will come to learn about me is I'm a deeply depressed soul. Locked away, being reserved for the devil himself to take the chains, wrap them around my throat and suffocate every bit of humanity out of me. Then and only then will people unde...
