I'm running.
The tears in my eyes making my vision blurry.
Adrenaline running through my veins from the moments before.
I can still feel the sharp pain in my stomach and the warm blood mixing with the rain.
The blood isn't only mine. My clothes are stain with your life too. The life that we should have shared together. The life we promise to take care of.
I didn't want it to end this way. Our story had just begun and it ended in the worst way possible. With betrayal.
The house where we shared our dreams and fears is now your grave. Our piece of heaven marked with sins.
The night was dark and cold. The stars hidden behind the moon.
I could feel the cloak of death over us.
One was going to die by the hands of the once loved one.
And it was you. It was always you.
This was the night the young love died.
With no one there to see.
Only the trees will know what happened on that day.
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Short scary stories
HorreurIn this book I'm going to write short horror stories about different topics. I'll put a notice at the beginning, if there's a more sensitive topic. I don't accept copies or adaptations. Have fun reading, see you on the other side.
