Everyone is too good for her.

They tell her that she’s fine, and she isn’t doing anything wrong.

She knows there lying, deep down under that mess we call love.

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On the one day you’re supposed to wear black, she wears white. People that she kind-of knows gape at her when she walks into the funeral home silently. She sits in the back, and is last ( Read more... )

She glares at the people who glance at her and ignore the people that want to talk. So she’s surprised when Tori has the guts to confront her. She gives her a timid smile and a small wave; Jade looks right through her.

“Hey Jade…”

Jade doesn’t reply. Tori sits down next to her, she places her tan hand on the other girl’s pale one. Jade sucks in a ( Read more... )