I ran out of exhaustion, and I ran out of love. I ran out of the hallway, with dry eyes and red cheekbones.
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Bittersweet
Short Story"You were never meant to be more than a bittersweet memory; an unforgettable aftertaste."
✿ Sixty-Three
I ran out of exhaustion, and I ran out of love. I ran out of the hallway, with dry eyes and red cheekbones.
