my mom asked me where i was.
i told her i just stopped to get a coffee.
she looked at me worriedly.
"he wasn't even there. he won't bother me anymore," i lied.
he was there actually. staring at me in another booth, with his New Girlfriend.
i walked home briskly, hoping to make it safely home before dark.
i took a long, thoughtful shower, and meditated before going to sleep.
i prayed before closing my eyes.
i dropped holy oil on my eyelids.
i kissed the beads.
i went to sleep around three a.m.
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broken eyes
Short Story"his eyes were a light shade of blue, almost grey, like his eyes were what sadness feels like. "
