"If being able to write a story means you breaking my heart," she said, stopping whatever she was typing, "then I would rather make you cut my hands."
"But it is not your hands that create the story," he replied. "It's your mind."
"Then get it too."
"Then who would you be?"
"Nothing," she finally said. "I'd rather be nothing than you breaking me."
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Tales of a Girl
Short StoryAt night, she pulls her blanket to herself, takes her pen, and remembers every detail in her life. She had a lot to write about her regrets of the past, her doubts of the present, and her worries for her future. She did not want to think, but she st...
