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"Let me call mom and tell her I was at Mark's or something. She would be unnecessarily worried."
He searches inside all his pockets for something, while I say, "Don't worry her so much, Aiden. She doesn't deserve it."
He looks up and nods, a little smile on his lips.
He pulls out his phone from his pocket, and something else comes out with it. He doesn't notice, but I do.
"Oh man, the battery is dead. Can I borrow yours?"
I slowly take my phone out, still looking at the mysterious thing that fell out of his pocket.
As he turns around to make his call, I bend down to pick the thing up.
Its a blade. Sharp, and well maintained.
I almost spot dried stains of blood on it, but I ignore it as fragments of my messy imagination.
I ignore my beating heart too.
YOU ARE READING
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...
