I Just
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“What I’ve learned is that you cannot escape your grief. You can try to drown it in distractions, kill it with your vices, or pretend like it isn’t even there, eventually, it will spring back out its secret hiding place and demand you to stand and face it.” – Beau Taplin, The Monster of Grief
Foreword
This fic has been on my draft since March and I 'accidentally' found it back and decided to read it. It's quite shorter than my other fics but, i think it's worth the post since i really want people to read this. I wanted to add some scenes but idk why i just cant juice out words from my brain. Sorry if this fic disappoints you.
Dont worry, its not angst. Maybe. /laughs in hidden/
Based on RV's I Just.
Written in Wendy's POV
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