The monsters under the bed.
They need to sleep.
Keep it quiet.
They need to sleep so they won't go crazy.
They haven't slept for a long time.
They haven't slept for five years.
Shhhh...
Don't wake them up.
I love them,
But sometimes you gotta let go.
Did you know him?
The wallflower.
Nobody did.
So no one will miss him.
It's easier that way.
For us at least.
But I love flowers.
And I thought you did too.
But you let him get away.
You never said you're sorry.
Why didn't you?