The Day Hannah died, I was happy. Not because she died, of course, but because I got an A on my semester work in English, and my mom took me shopping, and we laughed a lot. Hannah's mother led me up to her room. She told me to take anything I wanted. I didn't want anything. I wanted everything. I didn't want to be reminded of her, but I wanted to remember everything about her. I remember the day we met. I remember the first time she smiled at me. I remembered the day she started playing soccer, so she could train with me. I remember the first time going up the stairs to her room. I remember the day we became friends. I remember the day I almost kissed her. CW // Death, Homophobia, Queerphobia

We all have something to hide but these two women have really met their match. Highest Tags: #1 in teacher #1 in representation #1 in LGB #1 in lgbtpoc

It's one thing flying out to another country and spending a week in your best friend's home, but it's another thing if you're in love with said best friend. That's a whole different story, but luckily, that's what this story is about. -------- Cross-posted from AO3 under the same account name. My friend Pi drew the cover for me and I'm so blessed!!! Please check them out on Tumblr: https://prettyinaccurate.tumblr.com/ and/or Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/prettyinaccurate/