Đọc Truyện Afterlife Affection - Brooklyn Beckham Fanfic - Cheyanne

Lượt đọc 1,192
Lượt bình chọn 35
Chương 7
Thời gian 46m

Lượt đọc 1,192
Lượt bình chọn 35
Chương 7
Thời gian 46m

It hurt so bad, the feeling in my chest seemed to grow heavier and heavier with each passing second. The feeling of a bowling ball being dropped down on me, weighing me down deeper into my foggy mind. I stared at my bedroom floor for what had seemed like hours just sitting at the edge of my bed, waiting. Waiting for his usually cheery texts he sends me at night just before he goes to bed making my heart feel fuzzy and my stomach warm with delight. All that was in the past now. Although a small part of me in the very depths of my sorrowful mind I still hoped to hear that familiar buzz of my phone.
    
    Nothing.
    
    I rubbed my swollen damp eyes with the back of my hands then returned l to my original position. Slouched, on the edge of my bed, staring down at my floor which I could barely see in the darkness of my room. Everytime I slowly blinked my tired eyes I pictured his smile like sunshine in my mind. I could still remember the last time I heard his laugh. The way he would throw his head back and hug his stomach while the corner of his eyes crinkled up when his million dollar smile flashed brilliantly. His face glowed in radiant happiness and absolute delight which he deserved in life. Nothing more, nothing less. Just happiness and pure joy.
    
    So why did he have to go?
    
    Why did he have to die?
    
    **Warning: In future chapter there will be self harm/depression related topics and scenes. Also this story is as sad as it is and very dramatic even if it is about a 15 year old boy.Bảo Lưu Mọi Quyền

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It hurt so bad, the feeling in my chest seemed to grow heavier and heavier with each passing second. The feeling of a bowling ball being dropped down on me, weighing me down deeper into my foggy mind. I stared at my bedroom floor for what had seemed like hours just sitting at the edge of my bed, waiting. Waiting for his usually cheery texts he sends me at night just before he goes to bed making my heart feel fuzzy and my stomach warm with delight. All that was in the past now. Although a small part of me in the very depths of my sorrowful mind I still hoped to hear that familiar buzz of my phone.

Nothing.

I rubbed my swollen damp eyes with the back of my hands then returned l to my original position. Slouched, on the edge of my bed, staring down at my floor which I could barely see in the darkness of my room. Everytime I slowly blinked my tired eyes I pictured his smile like sunshine in my mind. I could still remember the last time I heard his laugh. The way he would throw his head back and hug his stomach while the corner of his eyes crinkled up when his million dollar smile flashed brilliantly. His face glowed in radiant happiness and absolute delight which he deserved in life. Nothing more, nothing less. Just happiness and pure joy.

So why did he have to go?

Why did he have to die?

**Warning: In future chapter there will be self harm/depression related topics and scenes. Also this story is as sad as it is and very dramatic even if it is about a 15 year old boy.

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