Her legs swinged high as she was sat on the swing. A small breeze brushed her hair as the sun shined.
-"What will you do when I'm gone?"
-"I won't be able to live."
ORIGINALLY TITLED "I TRUST YOU"
- "I'll have to break all my promises in order for us to have a happy ending."
[WARNING: Depression, cursing, violence, controversial/ triggering topics, etc.]
*This story is pretty dark, so viewer discretion is advised.