twenty four: s t i n g .

178 21 4
                                    

she smothers the cigarette stub, with the colour palette acting as an ashtray. narrowed eyebrows, tightened lips and squinting eyes, i recognize the signs of anger from my chaotic psychology notes. i stand firmly on my feet and brace myself for her reply.

before i can know, her palm connects with my cheek, leaving behind a sharp s t i n g .

vaguely, i remember being thrown against the desks.

unbridled [completed]Where stories live. Discover now