“hey, anne.”
as he said this he put a new flower behind her ear; a red one.
“how’re you?”
“…”
he sighed and placed his hand on top of hers.
she didn’t budge.
“i miss you.”
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❝hey, anne.❞
Short Storyhe asked questions and waited for her to respond. she never did. [lowercase intended] all rights reserved.
