It just always comes back to her.
He went back to her.
He always did.
It isn't fair.
How does she get to make him laugh.
How does she get to hear him talk.
How does she get to make him happy.
I was supposed to do that.
I hate it.
YOU ARE READING
Fragmented
RandomA series of unfinished beginnings, endings, and sometimes their own words in between. This is a collection of storylines I ponder about, but I know I most likely do not have the agency to write each story its missing pieces.
