He scribbled over his words on the page again. He knew he should pray, and he knew he should just talk to her, but he felt like he couldn't. He just wanted to forget, to move on, or find some sort of compromise, but he felt like she wouldn't care to listen. Hot tears seared his face as he thought it's much too late for this, and he brought his pillow to his face in attempt to suffocate his tears. He eased his breathing, lay back on his messy bed, and calmed himself, emptying the emotions he had into the small box of his heart, locking them away until the next meaningless phone call when they would come flooding out again.
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Ideas and Shorts
Ficción GeneralI have been feeling more creative of late, so here is where I'll be posting snippets and excerpts of potential stories/short stories. This is mainly so I can keep track of things I might want to pursue, but if you enjoy what you find or have any fee...
