A boy dressed in a leather jacket and dark jeans stands there, looking down at her fragile body.
She looks at his fairly sized hand as it's still there for her to hold on to.
Is this where my life gets better?
Surely not.
Her life can never be better.
Or so she thought.
She tries to stand up on her own, but falls to the ground, scraping her knees
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Short Story#394 Short Story She didn't want to hurt him. She didn't want to stab him. She was only trying to keep safe. ••• Ellie Garner ...
