He felt her there everyday. Everywhere He went, the image of her body followed. He still felt her hand finding his, their bodies touching. He was stupid, she was right.
It's been 14 years since I last spoke a single word. 14 years of silence. The doctors told me I would never speak again. But even if I could speak Harry Styles would have rendered me speechless.
"But Bailey you need to promise me." I pulled my head back and looked at her. "Promise what?" "That you'll never let someone's death take over your life. That you'll never let it take your life. No matter if it's my death far in the future or an unexpected death in only a few months. Okay?" I nodded, "I promise, Sara...
“You know,” I started, as I looked him in his leaf coloured eyes. “For answering that rhetorical question, you’re a bit strange.” “Says the girl covered in coffee and holding a polaroid.” © 2013 by wreckedkids All rights reserved.
