-- ❝Because in the end, she is pure, cherry cyanide in a tube, and he is only the boy who talked to her on a dusty sidewalk, who comforted her once on an autumn's evening, who couldn't tell her what he truly felt in time.❞ A not-quite-love story in a meandering sort of way.

Stories written with just six words.

1 writer, 2 am thoughts, 3 percent of battery, 4 hours of thinking, 5 reasons why, 6 word stories.