by Chelsea Dec 30, 2005
category :
Sadness, depression /
lost relationships
THE LITTLE BOY, TURNS TO THE PRETTY LITTLE GIRL. THEY WERE LAYING IN THE GRASS; STARING AT THE STARS. HE MOVES HER HAIR FROM IN FRONT OF HER EAR, AND ASKES HER IF SHE IS TIRED. SHE SITS UP, LOOKS HIM IN THE EYES. TAKES A DEEP BREATH WHILE SHE SWALLOWS HER TEARS, AND WHISPERED, "YES IM TIRED. TIRED OF BEING ALONE." |
by JamesP
Beautiful story. |