He wasn’t there. He hadn’t been there and now she was gone. He would never hear the bright laughter of her voice or watch as she drew, scrunching her face up in different expressions. He wouldn’t hear her sing along to her favorite songs or watch the roots of her natural hair grow any longer while she complained of the fading colors. He wouldn’t hear her say she loved him or feel her wet tears as she clung to his shirt late at night, crying because she couldn’t believe she was good enough. She couldn’t accept that he was happy with her. And eventually, it destroyed her.
Their song ended, and so did she.
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Tumblr Writing Prompt
Short StoryA prompt given on tumblr which I wrote awhile back. I like adding to it occasionally so this will make that easier for me
