Prompt: you can break my soul, take my life away, beat me, hurt me, kill me, but for the love of god, don't touch him...
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I stare down the barrel of the gun, shaking and breathing hard from the torture I had just endured. The screen behind it shows him sitting on the couch, watching tv and waiting for me to come home. Him, my sweet Ethan. What will he do if I don't return? Will he move on? Get another boyfriend and get married? Have kids? Will he remember me, Adrien? Or will he forget his high school sweetheart?
My attention is drawn back to the one holding the gun.
"Any last words?" They ask cruelly.
I clutch the necklace he gave me on our first date. A howling wolf carved out of a quarter, strung on a leather string. The other half is with Ethan, carefully tucked away in his treasure chest because he said he's prone to loose things.
"you can break my soul, take my life away, beat me, hurt me, kill me, but for the love of god," I pant, all the pain of my injuries forcing me to my knees, "don't touch him..."
I bow my head, waiting for the bullet. They chuckle and lean in close to my ear. They whisper two words and my world shatters.
"Too late."
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Flash Fictions
Short Storythis is a series of flash fictions I write whenever I get writers block on a main story or if I find a really interesting prompt. these are probably gonna be really random.
