A coat of ice covered my melted heart. a wall of steal built in my mind. hiding all emotion, sealing myself away, retreating from the world. my mind wonders, what could and should have happened. Nothing changes, he is still gone. I remember his fingers as they wound through my hair, the way he always kissed my forehead before going to sleep, the way his fingers intertwined with mine as we walked through the park or sat watching a movie together. I remember the fight, the way we yelled and screamed at each other. The way he said he was leaving, and to not wait for him to come back.
When he left my heart broke, its pieces showered the ground with glittering red dust. He got in his car and drove away, he left as the entry stairs drowned in a stream of tears.
I sat there for hours unmoving from my spot at the stairs before finally deciding it was time to go.
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Little stories
ContoA bunch of short stories I have written, as well as the start of stories I likely won't finish. If you would like me to continue a story feel free to ave a comment. I have moved these stories from a different account
