Michael read over the words she wrote for hours. His room- dark except for the lamp in the corner of his nightstand so he could read. He memorized the entire thing by now.
What was he going to do without her? She said to be happy but how? How could he be happy when the love of his life, despite her protest against that, had killed herself? He wasn't enough to make her happy? How would that make anybody feel?
His girlfriend couldn't be fixed by any love. And that is what hurt him the most.
"I'm so sorry, Mars," He whispered to the brightest glow-in-the-dark star on his ceiling, "I'm sorry this happened. I will keep my promise to your letter. For you. It had always been for you.
The star had stopped working later that evening. Just like she did.
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Tattoo || m.c.
FanfictionIt was her depression and therapeutic video camera that led her to Him. It was his heart of gold and tattoos that led him to Her. "Do you think I will be normal one day?" "No, I don't think you will. You will always be special to me," Warning: Depr...
