Fear grips my chest and I feel hollow inside. My mind starts to blank.
What do I do? Where am I? Are they really who I think they are?
My mind goes back to the familiar scent I caught on my nose when I was captured. Was that really…?
Was that really him…?
I take in deep breaths to calm myself. And close my eyes.
There is no mistake about it. That scent. That cologne. That was… my boyfriend.
That one that calls me at work. The one that bothers me when I’m busy. The persistent idiot. The drinking idiot.
I sigh and shiver in response to my thoughts.
So, I’ve been caught by his friends. Which means, we are headed to the junkyard hangout.
Damn it. What the hell does he want this time?
If I had my hands free, I’d massage my temples. The frustration rises.
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Rain Catcher
Short StoryAs rain falls, I collect it in my palms. One drop at a time. Unbeknownst to me, my feelings for you slowly collected, drop by drop, until it overflowed, bathing me in emotions. How many drops will it take for us to fully realize our true feeling...
