I was dejected when my girlfriend left me. Only a note was pinned on the fridge.
"Why the fuck did you delete my draft? I lost everything because of you!" The note read.
At first, I thought she was a delicate, uptight, and funny girl. She was always around me, joking around. However, when I found out that she was writing a novel, I asked if I could read it. She said she couldn't because she was too shy.
When I accidently found it opened, I read through it... but found that what she had written had been about us, except the way she wrote me was as if I was a creep. I thought that she deliberately wrote it as that because it might've been something that she went through.
I thought of demanding her to rewrite so that it didn't felt like I was made a creep, but if I did that, she would think that I was being delusive that I was thinking too much into. I thought that if I tried to forget about it, I wouldn't feel unnerved.
But when I continued reading while she wasn't aware it was opened, I became delirious because she lied, because she really did wrote about me, especially about me 'forcing' her to do my bidding.
I thought that after she left, the police might've come, but it's been a year since then, and I also haven't heard from her since then.
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The First Steps: Volume I
Short StoryFirst drafts of short fiction that I want to put out. Note that these are first drats, something that was written on the go with little planning.