Wrapped loosely around your throat, the light silver chain knows what you did last summer and who you did last summer and why there's scars all over your neck and burns on your stomach and burns on your wrists and a smile on your face, like the remnants of the biggest party, the best day you could ever have and only the first of many 'best days' that you will have.
And you smile and laugh.
And you step over the cracks in the sidewalk, your hand at your throat, tugging on that necklace, your subconcious chain; reminding yourself that yes, I am really here.
Author notes
written from a guys point of view. The 'you' is a girl. The 'I' is the guy.
its pretty much one of my random things that runs through my mind, the voice in my head.
...I think its quite funny that the voice in my head is a guy.
Hahahahahaha.
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