Date: 1-18-2018
Brooke's p.o.v
Unpredictable, who knows when we will reach the end of the road?
Who knows when this state of heavenly bliss, felicity will die? I can
never say goodbye so I keep holding onto you. Lightheaded, you
are starting to lose touch with reality. Your frailty, my fragility is a
fatality that is just waiting to happen. Broken beyond what words
could say, today offers an incredible amount of brutality and sensibility.
You collapse in my arms, a seizure is to blame for this abrupt sudden relapse.