She pulled the knife from her chest and smiled. It was a weak smile, but there nonetheless.
"Was that supposed to hurt?"
There was blood seeping from the wound and spilling from her mouth. He gasped, staring at his hands.
"Your words have hurt me a lot more than this. This didn't hurt half as much as you leaving me. It didn't hurt even a bit as much as when you told me you no longer loved me. Those things hurt me way more, but you didn't realize that, did you? I loved you, but that hurt more than this."
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200 Words or Less
AcakIn 200 words or less, take a story prompt and write something that moves people. Story prompts are in italics. This is to help the author get back into the flow of writing.
