Another Love

Reads 192
Votes 8
Parts 1

Complete Mon, Jan 6, 2014<5 mins

I remember her so clearly. I remember her smile. I remember her voice. I remember her so well. All the little things, like the way her eyes softened when she sang, the way she tilted her head and let her hair cover her eye when she was shy or afraid. I remember the day she died.

anotherlove

Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.