
She watched him through the old broken window, her stained fingers clung to the edge, crumbling the splintered wood until she bled. Droplets of her pain fed the termites, and his happiness fed her despair. Squinting to hold back the flood, just knowing she would never be good enough rotted her corpse as she took her last hit of his acidic love.
A.J. Luna
wonderful
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Lovely💙
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