“hey, anne.”
as he said this he slid a new flower behind her hair; a pink one.
“how are you today?”
“…”
“i really hope you like the flowers.”
“…”
he took a deep breath.
“why don’t you talk, anne?”
“…”
he grabbed both her hands, she didn’t notice,
she just continued to stare into the void of nothingness that she had been for days now.
“please talk, anne. please, i’m trying to be patient. i really am, but it’s getting hard.”
“…”
“please . . . i’m desperate.”
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❝hey, anne.❞
Short Storyhe asked questions and waited for her to respond. she never did. [lowercase intended] all rights reserved.
