"There was a beautiful man, and he had a crooked smile. A beautiful, crooked smile."
~Nan Willard Cappo
He smiled at me with a small chuckle. Then, he waved me over towards him.
I hesitantly approached him at the opposite end of the café that I get coffee from every morning.
When I was finally close enough to see his exact details, I noticed that his hair is a lot blonder than the last time I saw him.
Last time I saw him, he was with his other wife. I was only one of four. Four. He had four wives.
"Hello, honey."
"I am not your wife. I am not your 'honey'."
"Come on! Don't be like that."
I turned away from him and strode away a few steps. This is the man that destroyed my heart, my mind, my life, "I don't ever want to see you again. I hope you die." I spit the last word like poison on my tongue.
Then, I walked back over to the counter. I grabbed my coffee. I left.
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Quote Stories
DiversosThis is just some stories I wrote based off of some quotes. I post every Sunday. VIEWER DISCRETION ADVISED!!!!! There is self harm and suicide and slurs and mean, mean things. I do none of this, and do not think this way. I wrote like that to port...
