Her lips parted with anticipation to tremble.
She bit her lip to stop quickering.
She stared blankly at the ceiling as if it meant to be the most interesting thing in the world.
Her glossy eyes hold back the tears which threatened to come from the back of her orbits.
Her only ray of shine could not be found at the hour of 2AM.
She was shaking with heavy breathing.
She allowed herself only a choice of:
Resistance to cry
or
Surrender to sobs.
And she chose...
A muffled cry
A muffled cry of agony and heartbreak.
A muffled cry of tearing soul.
A muffled cry of broken self.
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Naitra
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Cerita PendekHighest ranking: #274 in short story @13-11-2017 So its my first cover 💥 YOU WILL LOVE 💥 YOU WILL RELATE 💥as time passes uh vil wait for another one sure. ⚠ warning - if you want to copy mention the real writer guys ⚠ ...
