Even though you cleared any misunderstand between us I couldn't help but sense your mood towards me continually changed. One minute you were sorry, the next you became cruel in a way that I didn't really know how to fight back.
They were just words, just jokes, and yet I felt each one of them pierce through me like a dagger that never seemed to go away.
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Toxic
Storie brevishe was flowers and sweet gin, and he was the poison that destroyed them highest ranking: #561 in Short Story current ranking: #561 in Short Story
