She was the light of my dark soul…only she never knew
He was the hope of my slithering life…only he had no idea
In his head, he was a puppet. In my heart, he was my muse, my forever muse…
Lily Jameson
Six months—that was all I had left.
Because after that, I’d be gone—forever.
So, I planned a blueprint for my limited sentence,
Rewrote my hopes and dreams,
Wishing I had the time to make them come true.
But what I didn’t plan…was him.
Michael Saint DeClere; Rockstar. Golden boy. My brother’s best friend,
Also, the boy who broke my heart and never cared to put back the pieces.
Instead, he became a ghost whose favorite pastime was ignoring me.
Now, he was everywhere,
In my dreams, in my space, in my apartment,
Maybe even in my heart.
But what he didn’t know was that I was dying.
And if Michael even had an ounce of space in his heart for me, he didn’t say,
But it might already be too late for me to know that
