Printing my words in sorrow down on paper with my pencil, I inhaled and exhaled,
I'm ready. I'm ready to give in.
Dear love,
Please excuse my mistakes. I am ready to see God, I'm ready for the light in this dark tunnel. This isn't your fault, you did everything you could. I love you more than you know. Please grow old and healthy, may your dreams and hopes be peaceful.
-Sylvia
I fold the paper in half as I inhale my last cigarette. I place the cigarette down on the ash tray, unhooking my necklace from my neck, it was a heart-shaped necklace with a blue crystal in the middle. My husband gave it to me on our fifth year anniversary. I place it next to the folded paper that lied on his desk.
I get up to grab my purse and my sunglasses on top of the kitchen counter, I open the door to see my white mustang parked in to driveway.
I get in, trying to keep things normal.
A single teardrop rolls down my rosy cheek, underneath my bright red sunglasses.
I began to drive.
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Ultraviolent: Short Stories
Cerita Pendek"He hit me and it felt like a kiss, I can hear violins, violins Give me all of that ultraviolence."
