"Why do you write?" She asked him.
He paused and let out a soft sigh, "I write because the scenes in my mind are a lot like ignoring someone's plea to hear them out. There are images and scenes on my mind that keep on playing and repeating and the only way for me to purge them, erase them, pacify them, and let them go, is by writing them out.
She was silent for a moment, before saying, "Is that why you keep writing about me?"
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The Story I'll Never Write
Short StoryAll the random pieces of a story that will never be written.
