pretty girl

I wanted to talk to her. I wanted to ask her if she was broken. I wanted to hear her voice. I wanted to know her name. My friend didn't dare say it for even the thought of her old life made her cry. I wanted her to know I was there, but sadly, that won't happen for a long time, or at least until she dies.

𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥, brick armstrong

text message/instagram au ❝I left my phone number on the bathroom stall wall and you text me about your day and your frustrations for a month & it's really nice and cute but I still don't know who you are❞