Thirteen.

  • Goodbyes are awful. We stood in the rain for half an hour and cried. No words, just names and tears. Holding hands, stroking hair, clutching shoulders. Sobbing. But what I'll never forget is how dead his eyes were. So empty. So hurt. Her tears hurt my heart, but his eyes broke it.
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