i haven’t done anything wrong except her death.

flashesI could hear noises from the white, chaffed walls. I leaned my ear and held my lungsful as I listened to the soft tunes of whispers. They were audibly releasing truths about me – vast chunks. I shut them down and screamed before I realized they were breathing in my head.


WORD COUNT: 50

Thank you for reading this story. If you want to talk about random things with me, do not hesitate to reach me through my “Contact” page. All the best love, my dear.

let me hold your words before you leave;

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