He held her by the shoulders and she slapped his hands away, tears trailing down her eyes.
He said he was sorry, that it was nothing more than a mistake, that he was drunk, that he felt lonely.
She didn't buy any of his excuses. She shook her head, anger spluttering out of her gestures unknowingly.
She pushed him away, causing him to falter and land on the brown, wet mud.
The brown slick splashed across his clothes and she didn't feel bad for it.
She held her chin up, turned around and walked back inside her house, not giving an ear to his continuous apologies and requests.
It was over, and she was well aware of it.
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Colourless
Short StoryShe was broken. She was scarred. She fell victim to love. She wanted nothing more to come. Her life was drained of all the colour. And he never noticed. He moved on.
