آپ BETTER BE, CAUSE THIS IS FOR 13 AND UP!!!
SERIOUSLY, IF YOU'RE BELOW THAT AGE, GET OUT!
Your parents really wouldn't want to see آپ reading this >.<
Warning: Swear words and mutilation.
He walked and walked, he's been walking this trail a long time now.
He walked and walked, his grief along called sorrow never leading to a stop.
His happiness was far behind him...and forever will be.
He has lost everything-the love of his life, his dignity and all those precious memories to waste.
Earlier that day;
'Wait! Gwen!'
'Forget it Duncan, you've already crossed the line!'
And with that, she was gone.
She's gone.
With those two words, a tear runs down his cheek.
He wipes it away.
He's never cried...at least since he was small.
She's left him broken and undone,
like she left a little child to fall.
He gets close to the river and crouches down.
He looks at his reflection and a scowl plasters onto his face.
'Fuck you.'
He gets up and kicks the dirt.
He screams.
'God I hate you! I hate everyone! Everyone hates me!'
He kicks and punches a tree.
'Just leave me alone...'
He looks over to the water again and something catches his eye-
a sharp piece of glass was right below him on the dirt.
He bends down and picks it up, 'What the hell is this doing-'
He was fiddling with it and accidentally cuts his finger 'Shit-'
Then he gets a thought.
'Good idea...' and with that, he puts it to his wrist.
'Hey, life can only go down ہل, لندن from here, right?'
