50// life
Glancing down at my reflection
in the salty sea
by my ankles
I feel like an open book
Does Grayson notice my off mood?
the way I throw up nearly every day?
my insatiable hunger for food?
and sex?
He appeared at my side
and I recoiled
Pietro looked so much like him
My throat constricted
What if this life growing in me
was not Grayson's?
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S U I T S (#2)
Historia CortaLife consisted of men and lace Then Grayson took Ophelia home Life began to consist of wealth and S U I T S *Sequel to L A C E* ®All Rights Reserved to ARM179 Best Ranking: #152 in Short Story 19/1/16
