staygoldenponyboy
And that was it. All I had left was this crumpled piece of paper. The only thing that told of his existence. I glanced at the paper once more, tracing the wrinkles that painted the surface.
I was alone. The silence was comforting. The weather was nice, and I had a glass of pink lemonade by my side. Everything felt calm and serene.
Fallen. I'd fallen out of love. Not that I even know what love is. I'm just 15, but nevertheless I no longer had feelings for Ron.