We were at a party that night ... and we had a fight. I stormed out.
A brief image of your face twisted with anger. You were angry — with me.
Don't ask me how I know. I have no idea.
I just know.
YOU ARE READING
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