Everything was stagnant, the entire time you were gone. I was in slow motion and everything was blurry once again.
I never understood why it still is. You were gone.
And I should get better.
Right?
But just like these scars, the truth never really left. The pain, the fear. They can't just fade away and walk out of the picture like you had no problem doing.
I thought you're going to be gone for good, but I just received the first text you've sent in months after disappearing to leave me be.
You: are you getting better?
What do you mean by that? Better? What is better?
Me: better?
YOU ARE READING
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Teen FictionHe wanted to break her. Unfortunately, one of her broken shards pierced into him. ·˚ ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈˚· Read the revised and edited version of 𝐍𝐮𝐦𝐛 and explore Rizu Lu's other works on saltroomarchives.wordpress.com Thank you for your continuous suppor...
