melodyfish
Ok so this is my first story so be sure to cut it some slack, I'm not the best writer and I'm just going 'yolo' on this story just to understand the app.
...9/11, 8:45, 2001. To think that to minutes ago I was laughing, chatting and hugging friends and family that are now dead, is sick. To think my daughter will always blame me for my husbands death. To get everything striped away from you because of a simple act of attention. Makes me dead inside.