one step.
two step.
... three.
... four.
the sound of the spare key
opening door.
the
he was asleep,
my bags packed
you
refused
to
let me go
alone.
"thank you."
YOU ARE READING
touched ✓
Short Storystory #2 in the 'for the flawed' series. tw | abuse every night you held me. making me feel disgusting, because you were the s e c o n d to touch me. © 2014 flawed- (lowercase intended for stylistic purposes.) [Jan 16, 2015:: #2 in short story.]
