April 3, 2010.
Memory
"You could hide. There are so many places to hide."
But how to hide from memories, from phantoms? She was curled up on the kitchen floor, a knife touching her wrist. Maybe he would change his words, maybe not...
One tear, haunted by memory.
A/N: Suicide. Lovely.
Sunshine and laughter and dead butterflies~
Sweethearted.