...Highwind is dead. He went off to fight the fucktard and didn't come back. He's not going to come back.
I'm never going to wake up and find my pillows and blankets thick with his smell, cigarette smoke and peppermint. I'm never going to taste that on his breath again.
A part of me is laughing that at least he got laid, right? But I know that I'll probably never go with anyone for the rest of my life. He was everything and always will be. I want him to be the only bastard that's ever felt me like that.
I think I'm going to be sick.
I'm never going to wake up and find my pillows and blankets thick with his smell, cigarette smoke and peppermint. I'm never going to taste that on his breath again.
A part of me is laughing that at least he got laid, right? But I know that I'll probably never go with anyone for the rest of my life. He was everything and always will be. I want him to be the only bastard that's ever felt me like that.
I think I'm going to be sick.
Current Mood:
I don't think there are words.
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