(Stories I wrote on a napkin)
His heart was breaking, yet he didn't let it show. All he did was smile and make them happy. That was his new outlet. Being a helper. And he was one hell of a good helper. Their happiness was his. Their smiles were his. Their laughter was his. He didn't care what he felt. He cared for them.
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Her ring was clear blue, well the gem was. The band was hand crafted in gold to create a up tight and rich feel. But the design was like a tree branch wrapping around her small middle finger.
She was the head of her family company. Well, she was the only family she had. The beautiful ring was once her fathers. Now, hers.
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Emotional Shorts
RandomThis is just a book of what I want to write down. I put it on here hoping it could help others see that their not alone. I would not call them stories or poems. Just thoughts that get stuck in my head for the day, or even just a scene I wish to add...
