"The whispers become so loud that sometimes you think you will drown in them." ~ Amanda Quick
“Did you hear?”
“He shot himself”
"seriously?"
“Was there a note?”
“Yeah”
“Do you know what it said?”
“No”
-Someone
YOU ARE READING
a tragedy of some kind
General FictionP.S. I wish I never loved you. Oh how I wish -Delilah He burned like the sun, blazing from the tips of her fingers to her toes. He was like a weed that entangled her obtruding ribcage, intertwining her lungs, drawing out every ounce of breathe. She...
