Sylvie’s heart pounded in her chest, afraid of what she longed to do.
He had made his choice, and it wasn’t her.
Last night, their final moments tattooed her senses, and confirmed his lies.
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Keep on writing.
Jo Hawk The Writer
Sylvie’s heart pounded in her chest, afraid of what she longed to do.
He had made his choice, and it wasn’t her.
Last night, their final moments tattooed her senses, and confirmed his lies.
______________________
Keep on writing.
Jo Hawk The Writer