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THE BEER BOTTLE smashed onto the floor into a thousand glittering fragments, causing her to flinch. At least she didn’t get slapped this time.
“You still love me, right?” Her small voice cut through the tense silence; desperation laced with her voice. “Isadora?”
The redhead cursed under her breath before she lifted up her head; her emerald eyes bored into hers. “I will always love you.”
Amaris knew that was a lie; yet a soft, tired smile spread across her lips. She caught them making out, but she kept it to herself. Amaris wasn’t ready to let go yet.
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Short Story❝It was not supposed to be like this.❞ Trigger warning: physical abuse. © 1-800-holic
