We stopped our conversation and went our separate ways. But before I leave, he told me a somewhat cryptic message;
"This won't be the last."
I guess, he was a creep after all.
Instead of thinking too much about it, I shrugged it off and went inside my apartment. I went to the bathroom and filled the bathtub. I slowly sank as I slowly see only black.
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Realism
Short StoryFrom a beastly boy to a child made of gems, these array of stories will send you to a world where the people aren't what they seem. These stories are perfect for reading at bedtime, at recess, or at any time. But be warned, some of these stories ar...
