"He was my light" she whispered, ironically into the dark.
"But now it's like the batteries are dead and I don't have any more, and he's just leaving me in the dark". Her breath collided with words and made a cloud in the dark air.
She was still in love with him, and I couldn't do anything. I couldn't say anything.
The cloud of carbon and desperation disappeared into the abyss along with my hope.
That was the end.
And I left.
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Dead Lips
General FictionA story about a girl who decided to leave the world a little to soon, and the boy who couldn't stand being left behind. --------- A bunch of little pages of words strewn together. Updated sporadically.
