histoires courtes.

sarah.

Her hair changed often.
But at this point it was as red as the liquid spewed from my wrists.
Both of which brought me pain to look at.
Remembering Her, she wasn't much of a person at all.
Just a monster.
A monster with a pretty face but a heart of ice.
And oh, how I fell for her.
Too greatly.
I fell indeed; slapping the cold hard ground with a thump.
Then it was over just as quickly.
However the bleeding and the broken bones affected me for months.
Every movement was a growing pain I hadn't realized or wanted to realize yet.
But oh how I could feel it.
And I couldn't ever be the same again.