Short Stories

Short Stories

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Just a bunch short stories about things that come to mind. Or if I see a story prompt I'll write about it too. Don't usually expect me to write two parts to something. Unless it's too long and I have to split it into two parts or I genuinely wanted to make a part two. Go read my other books if you want longer stories. I usually write when I have motivation or inspiration. Please be patient with me I struggle mentally and I need breaks sometimes. I'm still very much human. I don't really care for certain grammar so if that bothers you this isn't your book sorry. I sometimes go back and edit my stories. It might usually be sad stories maybe once in awhile happy ones. Last but not least I hope you enjoy it!
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"It's too much to remember everything and everyone, all pain and hurt is killing me day by day little by little. I wish I could remove all the pain and move on in my life. I wish I could find an eraser or Better a delete button, so that I could start from beginning, without any misery or pain." ......................................................................................... "Hey Eva, you know you can trust me, right? " He asked me again cupping my cheeks, I can't let him continue this. It had to stop now or it would be too late. I can't risk everyone's life specially his. If hurting him means, him being alive then I would do it without thinking. Again and again. "Eva are you even listening to me?" Noah asked moving his face closer. From this close I can even see the scar which he told me about, its just below the border line of his hair, it can be easily conceal but from this close its more real. His eyes, they are magical. I would love to look at them all the time and never get tired of looking at in them. No, I cannot do this to him, I can't be selfish, I have to do something this time. "No" I answer and walked away from him. .............................................................

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