No, it's not possible, Annabelle slammed her hand down on the table then threw the nearest object across the room as she searched the last place in her room left to look the glass vase she had thrown across the room shattered into a millions pieces, just like my heart did when she found two pairs of shredded muddy shoes under my bed.
Annabelle pushed herself up and slam back against thewall.
Her small white fingers raked through her hair, pulling out tufts and letting the weight of her head succumb; she leaned forward into her palms. She drew her legs up as far as your belly would allow and lower her head to her knees.
The familiar cocooned darkness welcomed her.
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The Inconvenient Shattered Dreams
RandomThey say the heart is a size of the fist. If someone touches your heart and then throws it back at you, is the hole that they leave the size of your fist, or the size of the there's. It depends. depends on whether you yourself took the heart out o...
