I was mesmerized by his beautiful blue eyes. They had flecks of brown in it and it was as if I was looking at the sea.
"You can't run now." He whispered in a deep husky voice.
He grabbed my right wrist gently and held it towards him. My eyes was still locked with his as he touched the tip of my bandage.
He slowly tear the bandage away and I looked down at my right hand. It was red and swollen.
He trailer a finger lightly over my burnt hand and I shivered.
"Stop acting like you care"
I pulled away and ran off.
Because no one ever cares.
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The Girl who wears Sweater
Short Story"One of the hardest parts of life is deciding whether to walk away or try harder." ------------------------------------------------ Story of a sad & lonely girl and a curious boy. ***trigger warning
