I LOVED YOU. You loved him. He wanted you and your thighs around his waist. What he wanted was what he got - you were his before your eyes even locked. I knew this then but it still hurt.
IT STILL HURT BECAUSE I HOPED.
Hope is for children and people with hearts.
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TRAGEDY IN OUR EYES
Short StoryWE WALKED WITH WELL-BRED PRIDE, TRAGEDY IN OUR EYES, HEARTBREAK IN THE TRAIL WE LEFT BEHIND.
