I'm angry.
I'm furious.
but something about his voice when he said that little word that could slay me...
made me want to call him back.
just as I'm about to pick up the phone,
the anger fully sinks in.
and I slam the device against the ground.
I watch it shatter like my heart has.
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ok, so I need to work on my other book, silent, for a little bit. I feel like its being rejected on impulse and that makes me sad.
I should have another chapter up soon though. promise.
hope every one of you lovelies is enjoying the book so far!
YOU ARE READING
okay
أدب المراهقين"maybe okay can be our always." cover by: @paperrboats, the ever lovely elisabeth.