Photo by Charlotte Knight on Unsplash
The door closed, so quiet I didn’t
hear her go. She crept out of our
home expeditiously and
calmly took my heart too.
Disbelief then grief.
Her last words, “It’s
not you, it’s
me.” She
left.
About the Creator
Nova E.
I love to write. There are stories living in my head, I just try and capture them.
If you like what you find here, please don’t hesitate to like, subscribe or pledge.
Thanks for stopping by.
Twitter @Nova_emberr
Enjoyed the story? Support the Creator.
Subscribe for free to receive all their stories in your feed.
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.