Once again he was sitting on a stool before the young bartender.
"We meet again," the young man said in a humorous tone. "Vodka? I'm guessing."
"Yeah," he said, hints of screams for help lingering off his tongue.
As the bartender prepared his drink, he attempted at a conversation. "So, what's your name?"
The young man stared at the glass cup just given to him.
"Indigo..."
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Because He Loved Too Much | #Wattys2017
Short Storyin which he who is broken tries desperately to rip off the strings attached to the woman who left. all rights reserved 2016 LeiLani N [Cover by @lets-defeat-the-huns ] {Highest ranks: #6//shortstory & #7 sadromance} Warning :: If you are reading thi...
