"so our topic will be death."
"why death?"
"because no one is really sure, or shown to what happens when they die."
nash looks at her with sympathetic eyes.
"it's fine."
"no. im sorry i wasn't here for you lately, but im here now."
nods her head looking back down to the notebook laid out on her lap.
puts two fingers on her chin making her look into his eyes.
"i love you andrea carnell"
her eyes widen as he leans in and presses there lips against one another.
the choice was hers but as she saw fireworks, and felt the spark on her lips she couldn't pull away.
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Historia Cortai 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...
