Drabble: Story Idea
“What are you doing?” he asked almost desperate, looking at the packed bag.“I need to get away”, came the simple reply.“Why?”“I think you know.” He’s voice was tired, almost emotionless.“No, I don’t.” voice strained, trying so hard to back up the tears that’s threatening to flow.“It’s not working anymore. We’ll both be destroying ourselves if we don’t stop this...
September 17th, 2012 at 05:33pm