{ashley's pov}
it's raining in columbus.
that's my first thought.
it's raining, and all i can think about is how a fucking cat was the cause of my best friend's death.
her name hurts too much to say.
the funeral was yesterday.
i sang.
i don't normally sing in front of anyone, but i always sang for her.
it was a song i wrote. called 'colors'.
there's this instrumental part in the middle where the bridge should be.
i want to put a speaking part, but there's nothing i have to say.
for that matter, there's nothing i have left to say, either.
the doctors say it's selective mutism caused by 'severe emotional trauma'.
do they not understand what mourning is?
i just miss her.
i miss her, and it's raining in columbus.
i miss her, and it's raining in columbus, and all i can think is how much i wish curiosity had killed the cat, and how much i wish satisfaction hadn't brought it back, but just let the dead stay dead.
i miss her.
and it's raining in columbus.
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colors {on hold - check last chapter}
Fanfictioncolor (n.): the property possessed by an object of producing different sensations on the eye as a result of the way the light flickers or reflects (t.w. mention of disorders, self harm, car crashes, blood, injuries, etc. stay safe.) {a twenty one pi...
