When Grayson died, it was like I died.
My heart stopped beating.
My brain stopped processing.
My cells stopped moving.
My soul stopped glowing.
Most people treasured their life.
But more people hated it.
And I realized that now that Grayson was dead, he was gone, there was no reason for me to treasure my life.
All I felt was hatred.
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gray (bxb)
RomanceIt was dark out. Rainy. But it wasn't odd. Not many people were at his funeral. No one cried. WARNINGS: suicide, may trigger some people, the last couple chapters choked me up, so yeah. Sadnesssss. DISCLAIMER: This book was made from the top of...
