I love her. I don't know how but I do. The answer lays in the spaces between her texts. In the emotion of the emoji she sends. In the blind words that warm the icebergs around the frost of my heart.
Though she doesn't know me.
Yet she does.
I pictur...
"Why did you do this" my voice cracked and tears welled in my eyes.
She panicked "Shh. Hey don't cry" she tried to touch my hand but I moved it away and she looked hurt. But not more than me.
"You made fun of my feelings, my emotions, didn't you? " I smiled coldly. A tear rolled down my eyes and I wiped it away.
"No Miya. I didn't. I wouldn't have agreed to meet you if it was just a joke" she stated.
My anger boiled." Then why? Why didn't you tell me yesterday that you don't love me? Huh? Did you want to see me getting hurt and heartbroken? Is that what you wanted?" I shouted.
You don't need to read this ( though you can , if you want 😉 ) . It was written for a contest . So it's just basically an entry form .
This short story is written for PrideMonth short story contest Author : @Savi0207 Cover : @Savi0207 Storyline : @Savi0207 Characters : @Savi0207 All characters and plot is original. No permission will be granted so don't use the storyline and characters for any purposes :\ This book never is never intentionally going to trigger any country, religion, gender, caste, race, colour, sexuality. But if you're sensitive, then read at your own risk. It might have mature content/language at some point .
Genre:Lgbtq+ Type:Short story Starring: This book revolves around two girls in India ( no offense ) Started: 03/06/21 Finished : 10/06/21 Deadline for submission: 23/06/21
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
