My heart will go on,

Ohkay no pictures today.

I felt like taking one of her when she was listening to Rae-Ann playing one of her favourite songs.

She looked so… Peaceful? I dunno.

And every five seconds she opened the door and asked her to keep playing.

“You can have your pain. I’ll keep my sentiments.”

She made me pinky-promise not to do it again. In exchange for my penknife.

Okay, more like she pulled out my hand and forced me to pinky-promise.

Either that deal, or take away all my letters.

NO THANKS.

You can keep the damn penknife.

But anyway I got it back.