June 13, 2001
Cold water cascaded down her back and she moaned with discomfort. It was too cold against her burning skin. Everywhere smelt like shampoo. She felt herself being lifted up in bridal style but she had no strength to open her eyes. All she wanted to do was to sleep.
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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.
