Raising Hell in Heaven
I don’t know why your time of death is so damn important to me. Wait, scratch that, I do.
It’s become a slight obsession of mine to find out the time you died. 398 more words
1 week, 2 days
DESTINY IN NYC
The day had immediately started off differently, even though I felt the same. My usually groggy family was especially perky that Monday morning; even my brother was joyful. 1,462 more words
1 month, 1 week