I awoke within the arms of a stranger. One whom I've grown with but never come to know. She will always be the lost gold within my sunken ship. Never to be known of or even found. Standing within the tangles of her now wrinkled clothes, I slither away. Away from the reality of needing a warm body to thaw the ice around my heart. The window whines as it's being opened, begging my cold hands to be gentle. My lungs began to tighten as my brain races, realizing what has happened. Turning to take one more look at her body, but this time, I stopped. Not needing to see her within this state. I departed from that dreadful room. The air around me whispered of my sins to the moon as I ran.
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Short Writing Spurts
Short StoryI used to love to write, but I have recently wanted to get back into it. I tend to have little thoughts I want to write down. One day, I might write books again, but here's to a start. 🥂
