#Chapter70
I yawn and run my hand over Axel's curls while he sleeps, his head leaning on my breast as always. /"Mmm./" he mumbles and I chuckle at him. We're laying inbetween the soft sheets in our room here at Evan and Oscar's house.
I still feel slightly bad about ruining Axel's shirt with... blood, but he did ruin my panties so I keep telling myself that we're equal. Poor person who finds a bloody shirt in the middle of a beach.
/"Axel, wake up. I'm bored./" I whine but he only grunts so I huff out and begin to stand up from the bed, slightly clumsily because of the soreness present. When I sit up, I notice the note from yesterday on the nightstand next to me. I reach out and grab it.
Standing up, I go to the toilet, holding the note in my hands and begin to read.
It will be years now since she moved,
And we will fail to keep in touch,
So her memory will all be faded,
Like a book I've read too much
