"I'm sorry," she whispers with soft eyes every time they 'fight'. Never mind the angry red of his cheek and the scratch marks on his arms, and the sting of her words still imprinted on his heart.
She proclaims her devotion, so he believes her. He ignores the storm of turmoil building up in his mind, and the river of pain flooding from his soul, the dam threatening to burst.
Then she kisses him gently, whispering to him pretty promises. And so what if her words are sweet poison, and her grip is too tight?
She loves him, after all.
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100 Word Drabbles
RandomDrabbles. Half baked story ideas, and possible prompts. Feel free to expand upon them how you see fit.
