Dear Tyler (where ever you are.)
I finally picked up that journal you got me for my birthday. Do you remember it?
The one with deep red roses all over it because you knew they were my favourite flower.
No.... you probably don't remember.
I wish I didn't.
Which is why I glued brown parchment paper onto the cover to hide the red.
It just reminded me of you. It reminded me of the red comic relief shirt you was wearing the day I met you and us laughing because you always had red eyes in photos.
It reminded me of the parrot your dad has and how it got us caught from you sneaking me in your house.
But especially it reminded me of the blood.
The blood from that night.
YOU ARE READING
Almost.
Short StoryWhat happens when your world falls apart? What happens when in approximately 5 minutes you are a replicate of the glass sprawled across the floor? What happens when you were almost, just almost happy? This is my story. Coming home from college and...
