I couldn’t go back. I couldn’t get her. I couldn’t save her. It was my fault, I was the one who told her to go away. I was the one who said that I hated her. If she wasn’t here…if she had stayed home then…she wouldn’t have- I dropped to my knees again weeping. A scream pressed out of my lungs. Blah blah blah.. make some more tears
Betrayal. That was the only word that could form in my mind. The branches I
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