She could feel them falling apart, like sand slipping through her fingers. At each bump or crack in the road more more would fall. There was nothing she could do but watch them drift away from each other, like two icebergs split down the middle. His words ripped them at the seams, and it was all she could do to sit back and watch.
o.a.d
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Excerpts from stories I will never write
RandomLittle mismatched pieces of writing I'll never be able to understand, but hopefully you can. No plot, no order, no narrator, just words and feelings.
