Her image doesn't
leave my mind.
Her voice, sobs, cries and laughs
echo through my head.
Stop...
"I love him..."
Stop...
"I miss him..."
I sat straight on the couch and stared at my feet.
"Please stop," I mumbled.
"It hurts..."
It hurts that you still love
him and not me.
YOU ARE READING
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Short Story‣ Book Three in the 'Play' trilogy in which two broken teens move forward into their lives. All rights reserved © 2016 LeiLani Lopez {Highest Ranking: #55//shortstory & #18 rollercoaster} [Cover by @lets-defeat-the-huns] Warning :: If you are read...
