42 Days
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She was in love with life but I was in love with death.
She daydreamed about finding her prince, while I silently dreamt about the day I would finally be able to leave this cruel and lonely world.
It was a sad thought to others, but a joyful one to me.
I horribly wished to end my life although I didn't want to take it myself.
Maybe I secretly wished otherwise. Maybe I just wished someone cared enough about me to change my ugly perspective on life.
It was selfish and mean but it was probably true.
Maybe I just wanted to be saved from an inevitable fate by someone other than myself.
Foreword
Don't forget to think about the meaning of 42 as you read!
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