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You know, I've never really wondered about my head injury. When I was told that I had been walking through the woods, I accepted it.
I had just learned you left. My mind was weak and broken hearted.
But how would they know? How would anyone know? They weren't there when it happened. At least, I think so.
I wonder if hitting my head could be the cause of these dreams — no, memories. Which begs the question: How exactly did I hit my head?
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Out of Ink | A Short Story
Short Story❝What if he didn't leave ... what if he disappeared?❞ highest rank: #27 in SS 1st place for Best Tragedy in the Crystal Awards 2016/2017 2nd place for Short Story in the Crystal Awards 2016/2017
