Her fingers typed out the particularly long, heated message to the man she had practically known her entire life. The man whom she called her best friend. The man who has been ignoring her for weeks all because of some girl he was seeing. Hot tears rolled down her face as her fingers raced across her phone screen. Her mascara dripping from her eyelashes onto her hands, staining the skin slightly.
Suddenly her fingers came to a halt as she came to the realization that a message wouldn't change anything. Nothing would at this point. Then, as if someone released all the animals at a zoo, she let go of him and everything they had together. She was free. Her fingers once again pressed to her screen, only this time she was deleting a message instead of writing one.
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Short stories
Short StoryA collection of things I've written recently that I don't have full story ideas for, just small snippets. Please no hate. Some of these are mature, so if you don't like that kind of stuff, please don't read. I'm just looking for a way to get my stuf...
