How can one step on your hands, the ones preventing you from falling off a cliff and to your death.
But he who is also the one who saves you from falling to the rocky ground when your hands do slip.
He's an impressive disappointment.
One who can twist your own tongue to form utterly incoherent words.
His teasing consisting of kicking the compliments you receive from others to the dust.
Where his nicknames for you are sarcastic.
To him you are a hilarious entertainment.
Who is he for you?
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Forever Free
Short StoryThe shadows never fade, always lurking in the depths. Surrounding, closing in. Suffocating from the inside out. Releasing the voices cackling underneath. Trapped in utter darkness no light can penetrate. It's always eerily quiet. Constantly...
