"He didn't understand me," she wiped her nose by the back of her hand," is what most women would say, but in reality, the thing that he does is when he just stops paying attention, being in the same room in his only presence just doesn't matters anymore is what killed me, killed us."
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My Silent Letters To You
Short StoryA compilation of unsent texts and draft messages. One- lined stories. Two- lined stories. All rights reserved. © Anjali Sinha, December, 2015. Cover- @LunaBooks1403
