After leaving your house the next morning, I went home. Home to find my drunk mother passed out on the floor. I helped her onto the couch, knowing she'd yell at me if she were to wake up there. I decided to redecorate my room.I pushed my white bed against the wall and stuck a bunch of black and white pictures to the wall above. There were pictures of me and you, me you and the boys, me and the girls. I cried looking at all the good memories.
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Shattered
Fanfiction{Short story} She hated herself for it. So much. But sometimes, the thing that needs to be done is whats best for the other. Not was best for yourself. Even though her heart was shattered, she had to do it.
