Reny lay next to me on the bed reading a book while I had scrolled on my phone, flicking through Instagram and wasting my life.
It wasn't a waste, I guess. It was something I wanted to do, so not a waste. Anyways, I was just waiting for Reny to finish the last page of his book.
He had closed the book and said something that I'm stilling thinking about. He said, "You know, I look at those photos—"
He was referencing celebrities posing with their boyfriends while wearing bikinis;
"— and everyone sees that and they go, 'oh she's got that perfect life or look how hot her boyfriend' but don't hear him hitting her or her abusing him."
I've thought about that since he left.
Oh and also, Reny is still riding that blasted motorbike but he said he can't get here anyway else.
I told him to take the bus.
He said he chose life.
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Short Story❝ Neena Eellante ❞ - The last two words written by a girl with ratty blonde hair and tear stained, blue eyes. Words scratched fiercely into the spine of a leather book that held the story of a now, dead girl. - | a spin off of the character Neena Ee...
