Broken Narratives: Abstracts.A Story by Inrid Wolgoaft“I feel too much I’m breaking my own heart.”For some strange reason, you were beside me as I dozed off. Sleepily, I took your hand and started tracing patterns on your palm. I interlaced our fingers as I smiled. I took our entwined hands and placed it under my left cheek. I felt the mattress dip and your warmth beside me as I finally succumbed to slumber. My eyes shot open as I woke with a start. The sunlight peeking through an open crack between the curtains. Unlike all the other times that you would visit my subconscious, all I could feel after I woke up this time, is my heart sinking further to nothingness. © 2016 Inrid Wolgoaft |
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Added on September 25, 2016 Last Updated on September 26, 2016 AuthorInrid WolgoaftManila, PhilippinesAboutCurrently leaping through time while drinking coke more..Writing
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