I backed away from him while his fingers were still tightly wrapped around my wrist, not even thinking about letting me go. I tried to pull his hand away, "I don't know what to do okay." I gave up. He wasn't letting go. "Do your best." Tears welled in my eyes. "But what if I don't have a best?"
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Excerpts from a story I'll never write
PoetryRoller coaster of emotions in this thing