It was yet another night denoted by guilty thoughts and desperate longing. The memory of him; cold hard hands leaving imprints on her heart, a forceful paranormal pressure that forced her breath out in ragged involuntary gasps. His image stamped deep into her mind; he was a sinking ship she had mistaken for a submarine. Was it so bad that she wanted to feel needed and just maybe needed to feel wanted?
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100 word stories
General FictionNew series designed to keep me writing. stories created with 100 words or less. Hope you enjoy. Recommended age: 16+. Can deal with dark topics.
