Literature
For Bree
Bree was laying on her bed, her face buried in her pillow. Her eyes were sore and red from crying. It might have been a couple of weeks since her and her boyfriend had broken up. Her heart was still broken. A familiar sound of her cell phone went off. She turned onto her side picking up her phone to see his face flash on the screen. She argued with herself rather to answer it or not. She took a breath as she answered, "Hello?" It was silent for a moment before he spoke, "Come outside." She was confused by this, "What?" "Just please come outside." He pleaded. "Are you drunk, Ed?" She asked rubbing her eyes. "No, just come outside." With tha
