dear wren,
i'm back at school for the week at most.
today was my first day back.
i saw a glimpse of you only once, standing outside, leaning against the brick wall. smoking a cigarette.
i've always wondered what a cigarette is like.
i could try one, i imagine.
i'll die anyway.
hopefully, i'll see you tomorrow.
-grace.
YOU ARE READING
leather jackets.
Teen Fiction| you were standing all alone in that leather jacket of yours that smells like cigarettes and moth balls. you still wear it, even though it's tattered and old. i think it looks lovely on you. |
