I would phone her sometimes and ask if she had a good day, she would reply with "not really."
Then she would ask me how I was feeling and I couldn't tell her fine because I wasn't beside her, she wasn't in my arms.
I would phone her sometimes and ask if she had a good day, she would reply with "not really."
Then she would ask me how I was feeling and I couldn't tell her fine because I wasn't beside her, she wasn't in my arms.
The Sweet Silver Song || An Ashton Irwin fanfiction
50 parts Complete
50 parts
Complete
We were all born with a tattoo on our left wrist; a countdown to the exact moment we would first look into the eyes of our soul mate; and I was going to meet mine tonight, around 8. My parents were s...