April 15, 2001.
She sat on the edge of the window and looked as the rain flowed down the street. It swept away autumn leaves and soda cans but she wished it would wash away her fears. It didn’t. She blew warm misty breathe on the window and traced out his name; as always… a bad habit.. Him. She knew she should stop relapsing like her doctor said but still, what does he know? A lot quite frankly if I do say so myself, he is a doctor after all.
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Absence
Short StoryThe fear of loving is the fear of loosing. She loved and lost what she never truly had to begin with.
