Simon was drunk, again, this was how he'd spent every day since Mark had left him.
Endless days spent intoxicated, haunted by memories of Mark and preoccupied with thoughts of death. It was a never-ending cycle that he couldn't escape. Until he plunged the sharp blade into the soft flesh of his throat — it was the same one that he'd used to carve Mark's heart out of his chest after he'd told Simon that he didn't love him anymore.
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Paper Aeroplanes & Other Stories
Short StoryJust a collection of short stories and other things. There's no pattern I just write what I feel like at the time.
