She cried in his arms, telling how the hole inside her kept on getting bigger each day. But he replied, "I understand you, but you just need to push through it . . . You have to get over it. There's nothing you could do."
She went home, feeling defeated, She whispered to herself as she placed her hand on her chest, "I didn't need advice. I needed him."
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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...
