Better This WayThe cold wind whipped through her hair and the sand squished through her toes as she walked the length of the shore. The gray waters churned before her, stopping just short of her ankles as she padded her way towards the pier. Today was the day she would end it all. There just honestly wasn’t much that she had going for her, and she wanted to end it in as little a cliché as possible.Better This Way
Although Dylan Kensington highly doubted she could be anymore cliché as her feet hit the sandy boards of the pier, she had to just…leave. Leave. That was what her friends called suicide at school. Her friends. Dylan wasn’t s
Oh look, I made first deviation history.
your friend joey told me about you.
how're you?
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