She loved me until she didn't. She loved me until I became myself, separate from her own identity. She loved me until I was too loud, too bold, too proud... Too anything that took up too much space. I was worth something to her as long as she felt she owned me. When I showed her that I was not, in fact, something to be placed on a shelf: silent, beautiful, and only possessing the qualities its owner bestowed upon itself, the love ran out. I belonged to someone else: myself. And that's why she loved me until she didn't.
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Drabbles
Короткий рассказDrabbles are very short works, exactly 100 words, to convey something in very few words. This is my collection of drabbles usually about something I felt/experienced, or an idea I wanted to put into words.
