Broken Narratives: Abstracts.

Broken Narratives: Abstracts.

A Story by Inrid Wolgoaft
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“I feel too much I’m breaking my own heart.”

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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
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Inrid Wolgoaft
Inrid Wolgoaft

Manila, Philippines



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