Thank you for giving this short, random story a chance.
As for right now, I have no idea where this short story will go, like always. There will not be any dialogue, I'll tell you that much.
I won't have a definite schedule since writing is something I do to release any pent up stress, anger, sorrow, etc.
I am FULLY aware that I am not a pro writer, hell, I haven't taken an English course since my freshman year in Uni (I graduated 2 years ago). There will be many errors, I apologize in advance.
Everything will be unedited.
I have no creativity, therefore, the shit I write are mostly based on my feelings and my current relationship.
Its sort of a diary really, a truly depressing one...
ENJOY!
YOU ARE READING
I Knew
Short StoryI knew; I knew he was no longer mine. I knew everything was falling apart. Yet, I refuse to believe it, and he refuses to let go. I knew it was toxic, but I still held on.
