d e a r r o s e ,
my biggest fear had always been losing you. you were my other half, my crutch. i still have a shelf with your name drawn all over it in red crayon, that was your favorite color. your favorite red sweater is still there. you never asked for it back.
s i n c e r e l y c h a r l i e
YOU ARE READING
torn
Teen Fiction❝ and slowly her body turned to bones and her mind into ash. as for her smile, it was nonexistent ❞
