One distinct memory was replaying in my head,
the day he told me,
he couldn't live without me.
As I packed my bags,
ready to leave him,
If he couldn't live without me,
then he shouldn't have been red.
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red [completed]
Short Storyshe thought she was in love, until she saw red. book two in the colours series, may be read out of order themes of abuse, no details other then objects thrown.
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