"Hey, hey," she squeezed his hand, an attempt to calm him down.
"Don't shout, don't curse, don't hit, just don't," she shook her head. Her eyes held his,
engulfing him in the ocean that is her.
"What?" He wanted to shout, but it came out a mere whisper. She truly was powerful. "You want me to sit idly after what he just did?"
"Honey, what's the point? You are a man of morals and values. They are grounded, rooted within you. You will not pluck out a root or two, just for him, because when you try to put back the root, you can't. It will never be the same, you'll lose too much soil in the process." She whispered into his ear. Lacing her hand through his, her soul into his.
He left with her.
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her | completed
Short StoryA story about a boy and girl who found love and the meaning of life. He consumed her, and she consumed him. A tragedy.
