Holding her breath, she swept the milky liquid over the paper.
It escaped soon after.
She'd done it.
She'd finally done it.
Every thought, every achievement, every single part of that life- gone. Thanks to a swipe of white-out, she was no more. And that was exactly what she wanted.
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Thoughts to Prompts
General FictionSome prompts that I made up. If you want to use them, please ask first via private message.. I reserve all rights to them, and they may only be used with my permission. Thanks! :) -Kyla
