There is a famous line 'a lily among the thorns,' it wasn't an apt enough description for Tom. For lily's are not so delicate as him. I had thought him sensitive to others, thoughtful, attentive, the kind of person who jumps in and wraps themselves around you to be everything you could ever need or want.
Time began to tell otherwise. He has certainly wrapped himself around me, until I felt bereft of air. Every second of every day he needed attention, love, if not he'd brood and snap witlessly about this flaw or that horrible trait I seemed to posses.
Where the note of 'sensitive to others' came in to it, I hadn't thought that it was that he was sensitive against others.
The slightest thing and the scales of life and death had tipped and he was at the latter end of it in a grizzly mess.
It was exhausting.
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Two Girls & A Shovel
Short StoryThis *Completed* short story takes a dark twist, as an abusive relationship meets its end rather unexpectedly. Copyright © 2014 by Caroline Ann Mason || CarolineAnnLV All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by an...
