Marcus
Grief is a dull ache in my chest. A wound still fresh and raw and seeping. Stitches cannot heal it. No doctor can fix me. No flesh can fill this gaping chasm inside of my chest, my mind, my soul.
It is empty.
Empty is all it will ever be.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Forgetting Sylva
Novela JuvenilSylva lives her life in constant fear of death: not her own fear, but that of the people around her. Frail and afflicted with a variety of different illnesses, she spends most of her time in bed at home, majority of it with her best friend, Marcus...
