"I fucked him four times ."
It kept playing in her head like a movie . Finally things make sense . All the times of waiting , but getting neglected.
She won. This whole time she'd been fighting to make sure she didn't . She wanted her place with him to be secure.
Why would he fuck her?
She sighs.
She's no better . Letting him come inside her home to fulfill her desires. Her soul slipping away more and more . Skipping willingly to heart break. Her body , mind , and soul all becoming his .
She just kept coming back to those words . Like a revolving door . It's all she could see or think about . It consumed her and ravaged her until nothing more was left .
Why can't I walk away?!
She sits idly looking back at her own reflection. A dead woman glaring at her back . It's too late to walk away . She knows it .
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Short StoryA bunch of useless time, writing prompts, and insanely crazy ideas combined to make a chaotic short story.
