17th September 2013
4:27pm
your mom told me to take whatever i wanted from your room because she didn't want to remember. i took your records, which i can visualize you just screaming at me for touching them. i broke down just seeing your face again... well, seeing a figment of my imagination, as my mom said.
YOU ARE READING
text messages (completed)
Short Story❝ this is probably the closest possible way i can ever reach you. ❞ copyrights - all right reserved.
