Anguish and anger flooded her system like the water of a broken dam. She clutched her throbbing chest with a silent cry as her fingers clawed at the cloth over her heart. With blurry eyes, she stared at the shattered picture frame on the floor. The cracked wood housed the torn photo of her lover.
However, she couldn't call them that anymore, could she?
The smell of floral perfume attacked her nose, the scent as fresh as it was hours ago when it plagued her lover's clothes. She hated flowery aromas...she hated them. She despised hickies, yet her fiancé walked through the door of their shared house with purple hues on their neck like it was a badge of honor.
A sharp hiss cut past her lips. She grabbed the glass-coated image, resulting in shards digging into her skin. She watched as the scarlet-colored drops swelled on her palm and fell to the floor. Tears spilled from her eyes, and her body shuttered with a hiccup. The pain burning in her hand was nothing compared to the ache in her heart.
How was she to cope with this betrayal? How was she to leave the person she called home?
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Shorties
Short StoryThis book is basically the short stories or short pieces I've written in class and have decided to put here. Hopefully, you enjoy!
