Story 7- All she needed was a way out. A way to get away from those thoughts that drew her to the knife droor every day. All he need was her to be happy. A way to be able to make good memories non tainted by her depression. But alas, her every thought was death and his every thought was her life. So week after week he talked her down and week after week she felt Lonelier. One day she fell asleep on the floor crying. He came to check in on her and saw her asleep in a puddle of her own tears. He picked her up and carried her to her room. He layed her on her bed and pulled her blankets onto her. He slept on her couch at the foot of her bed with no blanket or pillow to comfort him. In the morning, she woke up to him shivering cold and realized someone loved her. Someone cared enough to sleep on her couch and dry her tears. She realized she wasn't lonely at all she was just afraid. Afraid to trust and afraid to love. She was afraid to open her heart. Once she did however, she didn't feel lonely.
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Stories for a rainy day
Cerita PendekThis book is for all of you that need something sad to read. I started writing these little short stories and narratives originaly for my bestriend. He told me I should publish them on here so here I am. Welcome to my book. Enjoy reading!
