At some point I started to hate you less. Perhaps it was the smiles directed my way, or the way you actually made an effort to be my friend, or that look in your brown eyes that was simply peaceful, but whatever it was, I softened, and maybe that was my mistake.
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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
