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My eyes stung and my chest still felt like it was going to explode. But I couldn't cry anymore, there weren't any tears left.
Around me I could here soft sobs as people mourned over the 4 coffins, everyone was murmuring there sorrow as they walked past back up to the reception. They were asking me if I was ok, patting me on the shoulder but I was completely blank.
All of the sounds around me were blocked out, it was done, the funeral was over, and now I have nothing left. All I could think to do was move on, forget my old life, maybe that way, it wouldn't hurt as much. The only problem was that I had nothing, my family was dead, the house was sold and all the money I have was what I had earned from my last job. But that's all I could do, I have to move away, get a job, and start a new life.
I just hope my past won't come back to haunt me.
A/n: I promise my writing will be less shitty soon ;)
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pretty lies // finn wolfhard
FanfictionThey tell each other pretty lies. Used as a weapon to cope with their past. But maybe learning to trust someone, is the best weapon of all. -Lauren 🌙
