Every time I closed my eyes, I would see him, as if his face had been etched into my mind. It got worse every day. All I wanted was to get away from him, but how could I when he haunted my every thought.
YOU ARE READING
Random Short Stories
Short StoryThis is a book of random short stories that is updated daily.
Etched
Every time I closed my eyes, I would see him, as if his face had been etched into my mind. It got worse every day. All I wanted was to get away from him, but how could I when he haunted my every thought.