Uncorked

"Now all that's left is a souvenir of memories; memories of sweet melodies, now replaced by the screaming crack of thunder" "...and the rain, it kept pouring" Thoughts uncorked onto paper.

black veil ◦ scorch trials || thomas

Guilt kept her mulling over the matter longer than she should have. Though, underneath the self-loathing and whirlwind of emotions, there were lessons. Lessons to learn from, mistakes to avoid. Guilt showed her all she had done wrong, and all she could do right. Guilt had been a better teacher than any of her old educ...