Me:
Tills, that looks so cool!
Me:
Where are you gonna hang it?
I feel my heart swell a little.
All those hours I spent writing the notes, and she puts them in a frame and decorates it.
Tilly is the kind of person who never puts herself first, because in her mind, that's not an option.
I have known her for five years, and I have observed a lot of small habits she has.
Not on purpose, but I’m not complaining. All of it is put in the space reserved for her in my mind.
For example, her laugh changes slightly depending on why she’s laughing.
Or when she zones out, I can tell what’s going through her brain by what patterns she’s drawing on her arm or leg.
It kills me every time she puts herself down, and she does it so often that she doesn’t even realize it.
So, I decided to remind her of her worth.
I meant it when I said she deserves every second. She deserves all the time in the world.
Tills:
In my room, obvi.
Tills:
No offense, but I want them all to myself.
I laugh.
This girl, she really is special.
Aw, that is so sweet. Someone actually noticed your pain.
Well, guess what, that doesn’t change anything.
Because the moment Luca starts thinking more about it, he will start looking deeper into the situation, and he will realise just how bad it is.
And there will be no notes to make it better.
Oh no, all there will be is disgust.
My pretty Tilly isn’t all that pretty.
And once he sees your decaying soul, he will realise your body is just as ugly.
Look in the mirror.
How could anyone look at you and see anything worth loving?
All they will be able to see is your bleeding heart.
