Status: Short Story (:
Broken Promises Makes for Broken Hearts
"My limp hands lay beside me, unmoving, waiting for somebody to take me away from my misery. I feel his breath near my ear when he tells me it's all going to be alright, that no one's going to hurt me. But I have no one to believe, for he's gone. His false appearances drive me crazy. I feel as if it's all in my head, is it? Am I imagining the presence of my love? The one my heart belongs to? Or is he really there, waiting for me to realize?"