My story

The ex marked the spot where she died. My life froze when I heard that she died. My heart broke with the attack of pain. I don't think I have a heart. She was my best friend and my only friend. She was like my sister. And now I'm standing next to her grave and weeping for her to come back. I dropped my yellow rose on her grave and went back to my dads car. When we went back I locked myself in my room. I couldn't help thinking about her I miss her so much that I couldn't let my self out.

By Arafah