"I always knew I'd take a bullet for you." I say, as pain ebbs through my chest. She crouched down, clutching at my soaked shirt. Sobs echo through her, as my eyelids grow heavy from the weight.
"And I always knew you wouldn't take one for me." I whisper and close my eyes.
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Writing Prompts
General FictionOkay so this is not a story but a book of writing prompts for myself, and for you to use. I've mainly made this book so that I don't forget all of them, and in case I've got writer's block. There will also be dialogue prompts in case you're not sur...
