My name's Winter and I'm almost eighteen.
I died three days ago, and I know who killed me.
But I won't say how I was killed, not until everyone's ready.
It's not like anyone's gonna hear me, anyway.
cover photo by exhail :)
//TW: addiction - eating disorder - bullying\\
"You must think I'm a bother to you, right?"
"What really bothers me right now is the fact that we're still talking and not using our mouths for something more convenient."
"Don't lie to me. I made you run after me in the middle of the night."
"Alexy, please look at me. Do I look like a monster to you? You can always talk to me, no matter what."
"But-"
"No but. I'll be there for you. I promise."