She turned, the girl with the red hair, to look at me. I was amazed; she looked like a character in a book I had just finished. She was short, and pretty with red curls and a heart-shaped face. I was absolutely blown away when she said her name was Bonnie.
Tag: croak
Another needle, another dying hope
Tattoos, piercings, a nice hairdo…what am I to do? When the holiest of thoughts just ditch you there to croak in loneliness? Am I to blame for being human and for feeling?