Nikkie.fen
Once we were built like towers. We had everything. But our foundation was rocky, and one day we just collapsed.
"Don't cry, craft." I hear as I watch another video of my best friends. I mean, they're not really my best friends, they don't even know who I am. But I consider them friends, because that's what they are to me. They help me through everything without even knowing about it.
The object was in her hands. It was finally hers. She could rule the world and she would. This was what she always wanted.
She would bring all of her enemies to their knees. After years of letting them ruin her, she would finally have her revenge. She was going to destroy them, all of them.
It was simple, really. She was dead, he was dying. But why did it hurt so much? And why did her life matter more to him than his own life did?
Her hands picked up one of the red bricks laying on the ground. A tear fell down her face, on to the piece of wall. A piece of her house, once standing here. It was gone now, all of it was gone. The girl fell to her knees. She had just lost everything.