40.
Somehow, I am not clueless about what to say.
"Aiden, it's Eira. Give me my watch back."
It's a minute past.
Two minutes.
Five minutes.
Ten minutes.
I have almost lost hope when I hear the door creak open.
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Blue
Short StoryHer solace was the tears she shed in the middle of the night, when she knew there was no one to listen to her sobs or notice her wet pillow.. He found salvation in the blood that often oozed out of his hand. When their paths meet, will the blood be...
