A loud chime fills the air. Times 15.
Some time has passed, and yet he's still sitting in that chair I happen to know so well.
I tell myself one of these days I'll just scoot a few seats closer. And then the fear comes creeping back in. It's probably best if I keep sitting right here, across the room from Mr. No Name.
That way, the mystery is still present. That way, no hopes or wants are crushed. Instead everything can stay the same. Exactly how I want it to be.
Or wanted.
As the days continue to pass, my desire only strengthens. I fear this desire may be too much for me to handle.
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Desire - A Short Story
Short StoryHave you ever felt the need to talk to someone? But, you just couldn't for reasons unknown. This is a short story on the feelings you harbor when you're too scared to reveal your true emotions. This book contains six short chapters that go over a lo...
