72.
I shouldn't have told Aiden that.
He must be worried.
I bite my fingers as I lie down on the bed begging sleep to engulf me in its arms.
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Blue
Short StoryHer solace was the tears she shed in the middle of the night, when she knew there was no one to listen to her sobs or notice her wet pillow.. He found salvation in the blood that often oozed out of his hand. When their paths meet, will the blood be...
