the bittersweet between my teeth
Description
whenever it rains, you will think of her.
Foreword
a/n: ok, this is a complete mess, probably the weirdest, most experimental thing i've ever written? entirely in present participle and second person. entry for the Welcome To Our Dream Writing Contest (i just realized they do not accept "you" fics. BUT THIS IS SECOND PERSON, HOPEFULLY THAT MAKES A DIFFERENCE /MENTAL BREAKDOWN) using the prompt:
"Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul and sings the tune without the words and never stops at all" - Emily Dickinson
for regrets and regretting.
for that day we must learn to hold on, let go, and move forward all at once.
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