BerryKiller

He screwed it up. Yes he did, but now there was nothing to do about it. He had talked to Alex and to Calla, and neighter of them really understood what he meant. He looked to his sweater and to the snow outside. It was very cold, but he didn’t want to pack anything. He would just leave everything right here. He only needed his car. He walked out of his room, and headed straight ahead to his car. The red car he hadn’t used for the time he was here. Would people miss him? Calla would, he was sure about that. But time heals all wounds. She would forget him, just like he wanted her to. He opened his car and looked inside. He knew eve