All I remember is his heartbeat. It echoed through my head, soothing my aching soul. His voice was... I don't remember. But I think it was nice. His skin was... Rough, maybe, or was it smooth and soft. I have no memory. But his heartbeat. I can still feel it. I remember the rhythm so clearly. I remember nothing but his heartbeat. Nothing but the beauty of its sound. All I need...
Is his heartbeat...
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Short Stories
RandomThis will be filled with short... Ish. Random stories. From romance to horror. Please do enjoy and, if you want, give me some writing prompts.
