The door to her bedroom opened, revealing a dark, messy place that's she called her sanctuary.
As she walked on top her bed, planning to sleep life's events away, her bare foot accidentally stepped in something which caused her to look down to see what it was.
Because if the darkness, she was unable to properly visualize what the item was, but she had a fair idea of what it could be.
She stood there, unmoving.
With a glance to the bed, she knew that it was for the best to just hope right back in and be asleep as soon as she could gaslight herself into "needing to rest more".
However, another glance got her to look back down at where her feet were.
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Heartbreak For One
Short StoryOh, what greater pain is there than to love someone and get heartbroken over them... Despite them never knowing. A short story of grief. One from personal events.
