AUGUST | Abby Anderson

☆彡 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚞𝚜 𝚝𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚍𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚜, 𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎 In which a years old promise is seen through and what they once had is ripped apart by the turmoil it causes. [ ABBY...