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]]

❝-if i give you twenty reasons to live, would you stay?❞ © nohanthony 2015 story idea by: michaelclifford