The Flicker of a Flame
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Last published Mon, Jan 6, 2020
"You promised you-", he tried to speak as he glared at me, but I could see the burning hurt in his ocean blue eyes. They looked especially clear now because of the tears that were leaving a glossiness over them.
"I'm so sorry!" I continuously yelled at him over and over, those three words that I knew were going to fix nothing. I was crouched down on the ground after my knees gave up on me, and bawled into my hands.
He sucked in a sharp breath as he watched me fall to the ground. I looked up at the sound and watched as a traitorous tear slipped past his strong hold. He shut his eyes so tightly that the tears he meant to cover rolled right down his flushed cheeks. He was breathing just as hard as I was, fighting for our next breaths of air. He reopened his eyes and turned walking away from my small broken figure, and not once looking back.
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Adalynn was a woman ready to free herself from the busy world of New York. Working as a bookstore manager wasn't cutting it, but right now she didn't have an option. Leaving her home at eighteen to move to New York had been a huge mistake, and now it was very apparent. She didn't get paid much to work in the store and with her bills piling up she took the job offer given to her through the call. The consequences that follow after she accepts the offer, no one would have been ready for.
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