"andrea."
"bye will."
"why are you-"
"you don't deserve to ask questions!"
"what?"
"you don't deserve answers either!"
"please im sorry i wish i hadn't done it."
in that one sentence her world came tumbling down burning in a pit of flames.
what the hell is his problem she thought as she slapped him wanting him to take back those words, but it was to late.
he already said them.
she can't un-hear something she already heard.
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Cuts.
Short Storyi drew a butterfly on my wrist, in hopes that this feeling would no longer persist, but things got bad and i started to cry, so the butterfly on my wrist had to die. once again i tried to set myself free, but it seems my thoughts have stolen the ke...
