I slowly walk along the path, my shadow trailing behind me bending over roots and stones. This trail was once well used, but now it's overgrown and dilapidated.
It's cold for early autumn, so my breath leaves a faint mist in the air. He has to be out here. I know he is. He would spend hours out here, doing dumb dorky stuff.
The mud seeps through the soles of my Mary Janes, it must have rained last night. A pine needle scent mingles in the air, mixing with the wild sickly sweet aroma of the wild roses. I had always thought the roses looked beautiful and peaceful, but now they seemed fake. Artificial happiness. False beauty. I remember when I
Hi Fallers! This is my first fanfic, and I am super excited to share it with the fandom. I will continue this, but I have no idea what to write. If you could give me ideas for a new chapter it will be mucho appreciated. Thanks to everyone that reviewed.
I sit alone, the cold wind whipping around me. I can hear her voice faintly, see her silhouette in the dancing shadows. But she's not here. She'll never be here again.
I try to remember her laugh, but it's gone, lost with the wind. I turn and look across the attic and see her bed, the sheets wrinkled, unmade. Stuffed animals are lying on the ground abandoned. Her knitting needles and balls o
I slowly walk along the path, my shadow trailing behind me bending over roots and stones. This trail was once well used, but now it's overgrown and dilapidated.
It's cold for early autumn, so my breath leaves a faint mist in the air. He has to be out here. I know he is. He would spend hours out here, doing dumb dorky stuff.
The mud seeps through the soles of my Mary Janes, it must have rained last night. A pine needle scent mingles in the air, mixing with the wild sickly sweet aroma of the wild roses. I had always thought the roses looked beautiful and peaceful, but now they seemed fake. Artificial happiness. False beauty. I remember when I
Hi Fallers! This is my first fanfic, and I am super excited to share it with the fandom. I will continue this, but I have no idea what to write. If you could give me ideas for a new chapter it will be mucho appreciated. Thanks to everyone that reviewed.
I sit alone, the cold wind whipping around me. I can hear her voice faintly, see her silhouette in the dancing shadows. But she's not here. She'll never be here again.
I try to remember her laugh, but it's gone, lost with the wind. I turn and look across the attic and see her bed, the sheets wrinkled, unmade. Stuffed animals are lying on the ground abandoned. Her knitting needles and balls o