Chapter 28:
Lucky Draw [100 word stories]
My gentle sunset,
I wonder: When did we stop being us?
You were the waves to my beach; always reaching, always retreating, back and forth and back and forth. Each time you returned, your excuses hurt more; they were sand grating against the shore.
When I asked you to stay with me forever, your answer was dismissal. "Okay" is an empty promise, do you know that? And so my heart remains incomplete, a puzzle piece the size of you missing and missing you. Oh, you hurt me so, my night in shining armour.
It is better this way,
your sunrise.
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