he sat in her desk chair, all of her recording equipment seemed insulting.
"it's not my fault." he'd repeated this phrase dozens upon dozens of times. "i didn't mean to."
he miserably looked at the dried up,withering, brown, roses. the ones he'd given to her what seemed like centuries ago. when she was still here. when she still loved him.
when they were happy. they were so fucking happy, or at least it seemed like it.
he got up and picked up the vase, he'd replace these. keep fresh roses here. for her.
YOU ARE READING
deadroses•E.N.
Fanfictionan ethan nestor fanfic, updated every wednesday. a girl meets a boy with bright blue hair, honestly kind of annoyed by him. he's loud, hyperactive, and flirts with her constantly. they were best friends.
