I changed into my pajamas and climbed in bed, preparing for another sleepless night.
I rolled around but I couldn't shake the memory of that guy from the bowling alley. The way he rubbed circles around the back of my hand, and the firm, yet soft grip on my wrist made me feel something other then.... depression.
In those short few moments, I didn't feel sad.
I didn't feel unwanted.
And I didn't feel lonely.
ESTÀS LLEGINT
It's not your time sunshine
FanfictionShe's a suicidal girl convinced that death is the only answer. He's a boy full of life, convinced everyone has more then one option.
