A souless cretire of the night I shell now tell yoi my story (plez...no h8ers)
It was a dark winter night
We had just finished making snowmen when our mothers called us home
He took my gloved hand and said
'We have sats coming up soon I have to let you do work year 6 is a big enough struggle without our frenzied prepubescent love getting in the way'
My hot chocolate crashed to the ground
*CRAAAAAAAAAAASH*
I blinked a tear away
'You don't love me anymore' I gasped struggling for breath as the wind whipped ferociously at my long brown waist length hair with honey chocolate highlights and golden mist lowlights
He stared into my green/blue/grey eyes with a heavy heart
'It's not you...its me' he quickly muttered
And at that moment, just a day before my 11th birthday...
I lost
My soul.