The Tears They Shed
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Ongoing39m
Last published Fri, Aug 17, 2018
I sat in my room staring at my hand. "How?" I asked myself. "How is it possible one hand can wipe away so many tears?"
DING..DING........DING..DI-DIN-DING*
My phone screen read, "6 new messages from E"
"stop..." I said hoping it would.
DING...D-DING*
I felt the familiar sting in my eyes, my face heated up, my eyes watered slowly, my hands formed fists.
RIIINNG....RIIINNG...RRIINNng...RRiingg....riinngg...*
I closed my eyes and let another tear fall. I didn't wipe it away. The noise slowly faded and I knew I was going back to my world.
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Heeeeyyyy. The names Theresa. I am seriously making this part up as I go so hopefully I don't sound like an idiot...so yea go check my friends story. We share this account but Im not as active. So yea, enjoy (excuse my grammar)
I once wrote a story with these characters but it got lost so here's another version of it I guess
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