"a pack of pencil sharpeners?" "yes, im an artist." "im not going to let you buy these." "why not blondie?" "because youre too beautiful."

And she, the beautiful girl with angel eyes, continued to believe there was something left to love. © weepies. All rights reserved. [[TRIGGER WARNING]]

He was so fragile, like the flowers his mother used to plant in his back garden, the ones cherry red that wilted too fast. Shawn was the cherry red flower, it was when he laid in my lap, our fingers intertwined and my arms around him, that I knew he would wilt too fast. © weepies. All rights reserved. [[TRIGGER WARNING]]