Looking straight to his eyes, with alcohol on her breath, she said, "You told me you destroyed yourself so I couldn't destroy you. Me? I knew I was doomed when I gave you the power to destroy myself over and over. I can't believe how stupid I was to tell that it's love."
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Tales of a Girl
Short StoryAt night, she pulls her blanket to herself, takes her pen, and remembers every bit of detail in her life. She had a lot to write about her regrets of the past, her doubts of the present, and her worries for her future. She did not want to think, but...
