I remember writing a text to you last year. I was drunk, falling asleep halfway through and waking up in the morning. I was angry just about you. I said you were selfish, lazy, you took advantage of me; all these terrible things. I was saying I was going to break up with you. In the morning, I couldn't remember what got me so mad in the first place and I laughed it off. I went off about you before, but that was the worst of it. And it was all true.
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Storm
Short StoryAnd if you peel back the layers, all you'll have is a flower that can't go back together. ----- The story of Storm and the way she fell apart.
