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]]

serendipity: an aptitude for making desirable discoveries by accident; finding something good without looking for it.

❝I realised that people leave. Even when they promised a thousand times they wouldn't❞ Started: 4th August Completed:14th September SEQUAL TO YOU PROMISED BY NOTMENDES