Please excuse if this is poor quality, I haven't written in a while.
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The flickering light above the mirror was a somber reminder of how complex their life had become, being stuck in a motel, all the way in DC. Desi longed for the simpler days when they could sit with their daughter, teaching her English with flashcards, without relying on a babysitter. Those days felt like a distant memory now, a ghost of the past. It had been a year and a half, and Desi's hatred for Charlotte, the woman destroying their life, only grew stronger with each passing day. They couldn't even see their own child anymore. It was a living nightmare.
Desi stared at their own disheveled reflection in the mirror, the sagging eyelids and dry, puffy skin a testament to the toll this situation was taking. Their shirt, rumpled and creased, bore the stains of their own blood from Charlotte's latest outburst. Desi could never understand her rage over their sleep; it was truly confusing to them why someone would become so enraged as to throw a glass vase at their head for merely napping.
With a frustrated groan, Desi ran a hand through their oily, lifeless hair, the split ends. They envied those who had the luxury of free time, wishing they could spend it with their daughter. Desi missed her dearly – her sweet smile, her giggles, her tiny hands that could barely grasp their finger. It was a strange and painful yearning, to find themselves here, in a motel room at night, praying to be back home in California with their beloved child.
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𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ Short Stories
FanficA collection of stories I have made. These stories are completely land-humans, and nothing more. I might use human names, but they are always non-human characters. Please do not use these writing on any other website WITHOUT crediting me.
