A peaceful life. Something one cant have but others can get. Something that another gambles their happiness to get. But if your drowning in a sea of emptiness,does it even count? Is it even really peaceful, if you dont feel peaceful at all?...
AN: Pretty much a vent story or something. Also,I aint updating this as much since this is only a side story where I can organize my ideas and think of a new chapter for Withered Rose. Hope you enjoy!
Warning!:
Angst
Toxic
Alcohol
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