It's my birthday today, June 30th.
I don't feel any older, any wiser, any smarter, any stronger. It's bothers me, and it has been for three years now. Ever since she left. I still can't believe she left after she knew how much I loved her.
With a deep sigh I stop at a puddle and look down at my reflection. Brown hair neatly done with a light pink stripe on the bangs, tired grey eyes almost hidden by black rimmed glasses, and small, chapped lips turned down in a frown. Everyone calls me handsome, but I can't see how.
Angrily, I walk through the puddle, making the water ripple and my reflection disappear like a magic act. God, I just want to scream right now, everything has been too much lately. Suddenly, I smell the faint scent of a cigarette. Curiously I follow it.
Then I see her. A goddess with a noose.
She hears me step on a twig and turns her head around, her beautiful long, blonde hair framing her tired face. I've never seen someone who is alive look this dead, her eyes had bags and were sunken in, her cheekbones showed her malnutrition, her hair was messy, and her eyes. Her eyes were the same dead grey as mine.
I felt myself smile for the first time in three years and my chapped lips opened, "That won't work."
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Short Stories
Historia CortaA gathering of short stories written by me. Don't expect much. Warning for possible graphic description, tough subjects, and other triggers.
