Dylan's POV:
I was sat on the seat next to her still form. I touched her hair. It was soft. I sighed and sat over on the couch. The memory of doing my little sister's, Alyssa, hair. I missed it. Hayley was a lot like her. Long brown hair, puppy brown eyes, a golden tan and the sweetest voice. Maybe I only dated her because she reminded me of my Alyssa. Even her cry was like Alyssa's. Hiccuping and sobbing loudly was a thing they both did. I had hurt them both. Got them both in hospital. One died, however the other did not. Why did Alyssa had to die? She was only 13. She had all her life ahead of her. Why did the world let Hayley live? Now, I was stuck with Alyssa in a different form. In the form of Hayley Namai and not Alyssa Miler. I miss you Alyssa.
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Hello, it's me.
Sorry this is short asf, I got my new bed today so I didn't have much time to work on this.
But still, despite its length.
I hope you enjoyed.
Chapter dedicated to lexiefae thanks for voting💞
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