His other hand went to her hand with the knife.
He closed her fingers around the knife.
He brought both hands up.
'If I'm not first, then you're first.'
The boy brought their hands to her throat.
The knife moved til it reached the right spot.
There it stopped.
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The Boy ✔ - Short Story
Cerita PendekA tear. No smile. A fantasy where everything seems possible. -+-+- Hi! This is my first time writing an English (short) story. Just comment if there are any mistakes (I'll be thankful!). I hope you enjoy it! -+-+- !!!NOTE: some parts could be a l...
