I hated this:
I hated living the same story over and over in each life , remembering how painful and hurtful each sting of hurt that fell on the bare floor. No, I had to retell this story, re do this life over and over again. Why? Because even all the pain,hurt ,drunken devotion I still believed this was my fault.
Could things have gone different, he would be here, still laughing at his friends corny jokes , with life dancing in his eyes and , a girlfriend who would have loved him in ways even I couldn't .
Couldn't the monster stayed away? she offered nothing but chaos , madness and havoc to the people who lived for the boy, loved the boy and even then she herself felt but it meant nothing unless there was someone to listen to her cries and desires.
And even then Christian Aundres was missing and so was her heart.
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Her tears
Short Storyher tears silently gave up on her now red swollen cheeks as she finally lets her hair cover her once beautiful innocent smile.
