He was there, with his woman, across the table. Looking so happy, and inlove. Their fingers are intertwined, while he's kissing her knuckles. Their gazes could not be broken. They looked perfect.
Too perfect. It made me question myself why am I even here. Why is an evil witch in here? Why do I have to be here?
They deserve to be happy. But then, I do too right?
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The Countdown
Short StoryIn stories, the side of an antagonist is not mentioned. We don't care what they feel, we only want them out of the picture. We forget they have feelings too. They can feel heart clenches, they cry, they love. They are antagonists for a reason. Let...
