Epilogue

237 10 10
                                    

2 months later

{luke}

I haven't talked to Skylar for two months.

Two months of confusion and sadness and worry and anger.

Scrolling through the old news I missed, my stomach drops. 

Anorexic teen kills herself in Arizona Home.

The article is two months old. 

There's a picture of a girl with beautiful brown hair and chocolate eyes. 

My mouth is dry.

My eyes are blurry.

I pick up my phone and type the rest of the poem.

luke: Dead flowers are beautiful too, but just not the same.            I will love you forever and always. 

*message not sent*



I shake as I open a bottle of pills.


My mouth opens.


Skylar Rose,


Let's be wilted flowers together.










wrong number ❁ l.hWhere stories live. Discover now