Being left with nothing makes everything worse. Her dark grey eyes full of the same look of regret, her long burgundy hair waving as she spins around and walks out the only exit from your heart, tearing you apart inside as a cage falls unto you, and a lock takes the frame of the door.
A silent scream spilling out of you as you look out to see her car. The smoothness of the model. You remember riding in that car, throwing eggs at windows and solidifying your now dead love. The lights flash and you remember a scared, young face. Spinning over and fire concluding everything. You see the last person you love die.
YOU ARE READING
the thoughts in my head
RandomShort Writing is filled with little bits of writing that I do that I am still finding a story frame for. PLEASE do not use as a prompt or copy this, it is just for you to read.
