There it stood. Somehow, somehow that machine was shining like the smiling sun. A chunk of metal that wasn't broken, a chunk of metal bearing small bottles in it. Some of them, a strawberry milk and a detox coffee. Fuck. I wasn't able to do anything but stare.
She was aware of it and yes, I was aware of it too.
"You're a little bitch." I wasn't able to hold back the hollow chuckle creeping up my throat when it shouldn't.
Her cheeks matched the colour of the shadows she loved so much, still a grin girdled the corners of her purple lips.
"Oh, how lucky", her voice husky. "There's a vending machine".
Heat rises up my eyes as I step up to the machine. "You're such a-"
Her hand punched my chest, not having the strength to even form a fist. So fragile.
"Let me down. I have coins."
Biting my lip, I set her down, aiding her by lifting up her whole body.
She fished some old coins out her pocket and put them into the machine after almost dropping it twice. My heart burned as I watch her, yet I didn't dare to stop her. The smile on her face was to holy to destroy.
I laid her down on the floor, planting myself beside her. Her now black fingers barely wrapped around her unopened coffee. She glanced me a side look, one of her judging stares.
"Why aren't you drinking?" Her voice was hollow, holding no strength. "Are you wasting my money?"
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Strawberry Milk {a short story}
Short StoryA story about two friends serving in a magical war. A story about friendship. A story about wishes. A story about promises. A story about heartbreak. This is actually a story of a writing competition I participate in. The topic was: "Fortunately, th...
