He didn't mention he was leaving. Or say goodbye. All I know is that he left me. Alone. Cold. With no body to share my life with. Not like this was gonna last. Well it could've but I'll never know. Not because we broke up but because he disappeared leaving behind nothing but questions. Where he went? Why he went? But that doesn't matter because it's over now. I'm still alone. Still cold. Still broken. Lying on this table about to meet my demise. I don't remember much but I remember enough. My name is Kara. At least that's what they tell me. And this is my story.
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Kara
Short StoryA very bad story about a young girl named Kara telling her story while meeting her demise.
