"I wish I could have held her one last time. I wish I could see the sparkle come back into her eyes. But I also wish she could see how truly beautiful she looked when she didn't try. But I can't and I wish I could."
To whoever finds this: I miss her.
I miss the way she smelled like the early spring on a cool autumns night. I miss the way her hair fell perfectly without her even trying to do anything with it. I miss the way her music was always playing in the background. I miss the silent nights with her when it was just us and no one else. I find myself thinking of her quite often. Even when I left.
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To Whoever Finds This || #Wattys2016
Short StoryTo whoever finds this: you're going to be okay.
