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13th August 03:17
Today was a bad day Axel,
Mum had one of her "late conferences" running again. She came bumbling in a half hour ago, tripping over her heels that she removed barely a second before. She had a whiskey bottle in one hand and her words were slurred together,
But that was not what shocked me, for I had grown accustomed to this.
However this new sight left me disillusioned,
Her other hand was slung over the waist of her new client, their clothes in disarray, and a hickey on her neck that held a ghostly gleam in the dark
And I had foolishly thought you would be the only one to leave me.
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Short StoryTara Evans lost her best friend, Axel, exactly a month ago. No, he did not die in a gruesome murder and leave her to solve it like the next Sherlock, but he did die. Or at least the side of him only she knew, did. Winning a seemingly losing battle...
