April 28, 205

Today I’m going to talk about her. About who she was and about what she meant.

Pale, thin, long brunette hair and pretty face. Sophia.

Not the most important tho.

The best writer and the better reader. She loved music with all her life, especially if it made her feel at home. She was in the school choir, the most unique piece in the chessboard. At the top of the chart.

If you ask me, the best soul. Not wanting to erase her evil part, cause she did have one, she was too smart to not have one.

Someone (me) talked about her more than they ever did to her. A small regret on the tips of their lung was the last thing they got.

Floral printed paper. She got from them. Never knew if she ever cared.