She probably meant nothing by it too, but it was the look on his face as she talked which broke my heart in millions of pieces.
Then for the second time already, I let my emotions get the best of me and here I was once again crying over you.
How incredibly pathetic.
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Toxic
Short Storyshe 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
