Is this what it feels like? Grief, I mean. Is that what I'm feeling?
It feels horrible.
My face is wet... tears. They taste like salt. Like pain. Like...
Grief.
My arms hurt. Is this blood? Caked on my nails, my hands, dripping from scratches on my arms?
Did I do that?
I can't breath. Something's crushing me. Something's killing me. Pain in my chest, my heart, my head. It feels like...
Grief.
Did he do this?
Tears run off my face. Salt on my wounds, they mix with my blood. Red words on the wall.
Grief.
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Under the Maple Tree (Self-Destruction)
RomanceA story full of angst and grief, sadness and pain. Love has a price, I've learned, and hell rains down if it's not paid. Love and hate are more similar than you might think. "What's the worst way to die? Lot's of people might answer drowning, burnin...
