I often ask myself why you do what you do to me. If my mistakes were deep enough to cut, and turn you into someone I can barely recognize.
Why do you do this?
I'm trying to understand.
Today, I made the wrong decision by asking you why you're this way around me. You dragged me into one of the equipment closets at lunch by the collar.
You got mad. Fed up.
You didn't notice that your hand was tightening enough to graze my throat, and that I'm barely breathing because you were so angry, seething – but you were too busy whispering harsh words in my ear to notice. After you spat everything you wanted to say, you left me there staggering with your nail marks against my skin.
Sorry. I'm still failing to understand.
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Teen FictionHe wanted to break her. Unfortunately, one of her broken shards pierced into him. ·˚ ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈˚· Read the revised and edited version of 𝐍𝐮𝐦𝐛 and explore Rizu Lu's other works on saltroomarchives.wordpress.com Thank you for your continuous suppor...
