The thrumming of my heals match the pace of my heart. Faster. My gown flutters behind me, dragged along like a flag and I'm the post. I need to get there before it's too late. I burst open the doors and my eyes lock with his as the life is stolen away. I watch the fire inside of his slowly burn out as blood flows from his chest. I can't stop, I can't stop myself from staring at the gaping while in his chest and feel the pain mirror in my own chest. "NO!!" I cry, the splashing of my tears hitting the cool marble, my legs give out, as do his. His body falls to the floor, the steel still poking out from his ribs. I didn't make it, it was over. I loved him, I need him, I was addicted to him, I was addicted to a losing game.
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Imagine✨🖤🌙
Short StorySometimes we just need to imagine... This book is something I wrote so I can write away my feelings, take ideas and put them to paper, or just use it as a warm up for my novels. Either way, I hope you can enjoy it as I do.
