It was a difficult thing to read. There was his name, his age, his hometown. Michelle had been trying not to even read his name. All that came to her mind were the good things she would never experience with Simone ever again.
She placed the magazine down.
i'm living out my dreams like every night
i love my life
but when i open up my blurry eyes
it's not as nice
golden • michelle ravensdale — reformation • michelle la fratta