I never realized how much I despised my father, until he left without a goodbye. I still remember the glass crashing against the wall, and how it matched my mother's tone as she yelled at my father. I remember him packing his bags and I remember watching him backing out of the driveway with his newly-bought car. I remember my mother crying as she sat, cleaning up the glass that was thrown at her. I remember how old I was. I remember it like it was yesterday.
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Luminescence
Short StoryAlina Price. Reality enthusiast. Noah Gray. Bubble boy with dreams. Them together? A failed experiment bound to occur.
