dear brendon.
somehow, even though i was convinced i'd die before you, you died at fifteen. people were screaming and throwing punches and you just let them swing at you. you let it happen when someone pulled a gun on you because you thought that somehow you'd get through it because you always get through it. and hey, i'm a way you were right. you always get through this shit.
signed, ryan ross, somehow alive at sixteen.
my hands were shaking when i read it.
YOU ARE READING
nearly witches // ryden
Fanfictionweird edgy shit. short chapters. lowercase intended
