He looks so much like him. The way his hair parts at the cape of his neck. The brown freckles in his iris are exactly like his. Everything. They're two different people, yet I see him in you. It scares me. It makes me remind myself of my mistakes. But, sometimes I wonder. If I tried to make him mine, will you come back? Can I start over, again? Will anything be the same? I see you in his face. Maybe, his kiss will be just like yours. Maybe, he can save me. Maybe, he's my remedy.
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Stories for a Tainted Soul
RandomSadness, loneliness, and happiness. Short stories of the lonely and loved. Cruel fates, curses, and wishes. All from an author with a tainted soul.
