her house is empty.
not literally, but it feels like it.
its dark too, without her smile lighting everything up.
i miss her.
i miss her so much i cant breath.
i haven been in her room yet.
it's too much of her.
all her books, letters, notes.
her bed.
my bed.
our bed.
i remember sleeping over at her house, she would refuse to sleep in her own bed. she wanted me too.
at my house, she would curl up in my bed and watch me.
just watch me write.
thats all she wanted to do.
i was writing about her.
her soft skin.
all of her.
my darling.
is gone.
it might be a little like poetry, but it might make more sense later.
YOU ARE READING
i'll see you soon, my love
Short Storya teenage girl comits suicid and has left messages and love notes to her best freind who also had a crush on her. its really sad and i apoligize.
