"hey andrea, can you come and just talk to me."
"what do you want."
"for you to forgive me."
"no."
"come on, that's the only christmas present i want."
thinks.
"let me sleep on it."
YOU ARE READING
Cuts.
Short Storyi drew a butterfly on my wrist, in hopes that this feeling would no longer persist, but things got bad and i started to cry, so the butterfly on my wrist had to die. once again i tried to set myself free, but it seems my thoughts have stolen the ke...
