BY ZEP
He said: You look a little unhappy about the way the world is turning.
She said: Do I?
He said: Yeah, I can see it. It's etched into your face like a drawing, carved into the lines that crease when you try and force a smile. It's in your fingers when you run them half-heartedly through my hair. It's reflected your eyes, the same ones that I lose myself in.
She said: It's him.
He said: Of course it is.
She said: He broke me. Defeated me. Dropped me in the middle of a barren fucking wasteland and he...
He said: Taught you something.
She said: ......yeah.....he did.
He said: Is there anything I can do to take your mind off of this?
She said: Is it alright if I stay the night?
He said: More than alright.
She said: Maybe, just maybe, you won't end up like him.
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