His tattoos stood out against his pale skin, a scar covering most of his upper-left face; but it made his appeal all the more - she thought. Her fingers twiddled with one and another as her gaze was set on the basic tile floor. His foot tapped a catchy tune, humming along with the beat. A small smile was etched across her usually-sad face. "So..." He cleared his throat and scanned the room. Although the situation seemed super awkward, they were both just happy to be near each other. She giggled and looked up, meeting his eyes - only to avert her gaze in an instant. They both laughed a little at that, "sorry," she muttered sweetly. His face lit up, "no need to be sorry, sweetie!" Her smile was unmissable. She began to toy with the white sheet beneath her fingers, looking up slowly, "you don't have to stay... here..." she said, motioning to the dull hospital room. "Don't be silly," he laughed a little, "I love it here... with you." His voice broke slightly at the end, covering it with a soft cough. She tried to hide the oncoming smile but gave up straight away. Gosh, she had missed him.
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Short StoryAlmost 200 short stories to get your blood pumping, your skin crawling and your mind racing. Nostalgic, interesting, current, real-life experiences in a creative form. *disclaimer: some of these short pieces reference issues such as mental illness...
