✼PATRICK✼
Lila became lost in the pain and memories of her past, that she didn't realise their fingers had entwined, anchoring herself to him.
Rage brewed within Patrick as he listened to every horrible thing this man had done. He wanted to cause a scene, but her finger delicately stroked his skin, her gentle touch unknowing calming his erratic heartbeat.
When she cried, he held her in his arms with the hope she'd never leave.
"I'm leaving him."
"How?"
He worried about what that meant for her.
Would it just be bruising or would it be broken bones?
"I'm going to be strong and tell him to go."
He frowned.
She stood up and brushed the dry grass from her dress.
"Shouldn't you call the police or something?"
"I'm tired but I'm not broken. I need to stand up to him."
The afternoon light splashed across her features, highlighting her fierce, determined look.
He'd underestimated Lila.
She was stronger than he thought.
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The Girl He Fell In Love With
Short StoryLove should be easy, like falling asleep in a chair, or so he thought.
