"No!". I screamed. Screamed my lungs out.
He looked me in the eye, without an ounce of shame or regret. I couldn't bear the site of it.
I tried frantically to calm myself. It wasn't, couldn't, be possible.
My brother had folded the page instead of using a bookmark.
YOU ARE READING
The Moon Shines Down
Short StoryA collection of short tales and poems which are written on myriad ways of the people.
