August 4th, 2017
This is it.
The last try.
The final chance.
All other roads lead to a dead end.
I tried walking them.
But my feet started to ache.
My final go.
My sister.
YOU ARE READING
Weak
Short Story"In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, But the silence of our friends." ~Martin Luther King Jr. There was nothing I could do. There was nothing we could do. It wasn't our fault. Or was it, really? ...
