Wednesday, February 22, 2012

My fifteenth day without You:

I've been looking through my old writings today, and I found short story I wrote called ' N '.

This is from the last page:

It doesn't matter, really. 
No matter who she heard it from.
No matter where she saw it.
Every time it was him, her heart running back to him.
She never did anything about it.
She never made it known.
She wouldn't even notice if  it wasn't for the aching pain it left behind.
And it did. Every.Single.Time.

She soon learned that holding her breath made the pain ease. 
And so she did.
She held her breath.

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