Gee / 14 / Female
When I wake up, the other side of the bed is cold. My fingers stretch out, seeking Prim's warmth but finding only rough canvas cover of the mattress.
She must have had bad dreams again and climbed in with our mother. Of course, she did. This is the day of the reaping.
1 year ago | 09:08pm
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