Remember when you touched her unceremoniously? You grazed your thumb against her cheek just as you penetrated her lips with your tongue.
Was it empowering stealing the innocence of a child through her first kiss? Was it enough to morph you into the sick version of a "man" you always hoped to but will never be?
Do you ever think of her? Reminisce over every glance, touch and taste you stole?
Is regret something that plagues your mind for ruining her or is your only regret that the little sparrow learnt to fly before you could cage her wholly within the confines of your torment and torture?
She thinks of you sometimes, unable to ever forget for she is still bound by the shackles you forced on her life linking it to yours. You will always be the darkest winter night in the brightest of her summer days.
You've tainted her childhood, clipped her wings and now the little sparrow is stuck walking the earth uncaring, lost and unfeeling.
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Fragments of A Wanderer
Kısa HikayeExcerpts from the mind of a wanderer. Through moments of darkness and in times of light the words confined in the pages within hold the thoughts of a teenage girl just trying to find her way. © All Rights Reserved 2016
