freya's in her pull out chair in the corner of her room with her eyes planted on me. she isn't saying anything, just staring. i haven't mentioned it but i'm getting a little creeped out now.
"what?" i say with a steely edge to my voice. her eyes revert to her lap where she was nervously playing with her fingers.
"am i missing something?" i ask confused at her weird actions. "all you've been doing is giving me water and staring at me from afar."
"nothing.." her voice small and timid but she didn't look at me.
"what the fuck is wrong?" i ask with frustration.
"i just- what did he mean by he let you watch him die slowly?"
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Historia Corta"i was numb, and she brought me back to life.." a story of the broken cole and the sentimental freya published: July 27, 2016 completed: October 3, 2016 ranking: monday, october1 #7 in short story ☞ Mature Content and Audience ☜ [lowercase intend...
