She stared at the top of the glass, the deep red liquid inside reflecting her stone expression. She wrapped her fingers around the side of the glass, palm on the side, right above the stem. She swished around the liquid and took a sip. A slight burn hit the back of her throat as it slid down. It tasted sweet. Too sweet.
A/N: Again, another one that doesn't count as a story TvT Sorry!
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A Tangled Mess! --Short Story and Drabble Collection
RandomThis is my first time writing here so... hi. Each short is under a category label. If you don't like angst, don't read under that label (and I do, like, hardcore angst sometimes). If you don't want any crack shit, don't read the Incorrect Quotes or...
