I'm pressed against him, listening to the screeching winds outside.
How awful it would be if I was out there.
But I'm not.
I'm here.
He's here.
And there's nowhere I would rather be.
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In Pieces
Short StoryI didn't want to destroy him. I was afraid I would break him into pieces. And add him to the list of people I've broken. There's too many on that list. Too many.
