- S U T T E R -
11.15.16 // 10:49 a.m.
I DON'T KNOW what to feel as I read the paper about Yvette Rona being dead. It just doesn't make any sense to me. I just saw her yesterday, less than twenty-four hours ago and that thought alone makes my heart drop. I run a hand through my hair as I take a seat on the stool that sits by the island counter.
It sounds so childish, so stupid, to be sad for the death of a person I didn't even know. A death of a person who probably hated me and I should hate back because she knew where Blaire was.
But, it is also the death of a person who had a family and who had someone that loved them.
The feeling growing inside my chest wasn't something that could be cast off with a smile from a friend or a hug from someone close to you, it is something that couldn
