I loved him, always did. How couldn't I?
He was sweet and kind, an angel carved to perfection.
But he'd had enough of me and my madness.
He'd said I was dead in his eyes.
No, I did not kill him.
It was his own words that killed us both.
(the end)
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His Words - Microfiction
Short Story(50 words) *Book 2 of the duology* "It was his own words that killed us both..." *mini-saga duology winner*
