love

Stepping out of the hot, dense shower, after a long night of disaagreement being flown from throat to throat. I look in the mirror to notice the viscious bags underneath the lids of my eyes. I behold that it was a terrible day to see you, but, I couldn't resist trying for your love again. I tie up my hair into the cute little bun you've always adored

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[Faiza Iqbal]

Beautiful thoughts put up in a short story! I like the idea =D