She stared at him confused, her lips quaking with unbearable pain.
Words cannot easily be formed from shock.
What had she done?
Stern looks, bared teeth, harsh tones, and slammed doors were her demons, but she had no idea of their origin.
She was held captive in her own mind, whisking up imaginary scenarios as to figure it all out.
Alas,
it was all for naught.
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An Author's Trashbin
De TodoThis is just gonna be where I dump my iconic book lines that have no context, but are still beautiful.
