Daisies on my grave

Reads 106
Votes 11
Parts 5
Time 34m

Reads 106
Votes 11
Parts 5
Time 34m

"I'm next", I whispered to Rose who now turned back and I saw her muscles tighten. She was so nervous I couldn't ignore it anymore and it made me feel unsettled. Thanks, Rosie.

"It's going to be okay", she told me and put one hand on my arm. Her palm was sweaty and uncomfortably warm but for once I restricted my words and let her leave her hand there.

She had dreams. She had an illness. She had her sister. She had a boy. And most importantly, she had her Destiny.Creative Commons (CC) Attribution

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"I'm next", I whispered to Rose who now turned back and I saw her muscles tighten. She was so nervous I couldn't ignore it anymore and it made me feel unsettled. Thanks, Rosie.

"It's going to be okay", she told me and put one hand on my arm. Her palm was sweaty and uncomfortably warm but for once I restricted my words and let her leave her hand there.

She had dreams. She had an illness. She had her sister. She had a boy. And most importantly, she had her Destiny.

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