Look Away

He could feel it. The anger. It boiled silently through his veins, searing his entire being.

But he still couldn’t bring himself to hate her.

She thought he was stupid and ignorant. He probably was stupid for not hating her like he should.

Anger wanted him to lash out when she looked away, when her attention was on anything else but him – when her eyes wandered away from him and towards her latest flavor of the month. He wanted to hurt her like she was hurting it. Painfully. Slowly.

And then she’d look back at him. He smiled every time. 

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Dead

They’d left her for dead.

He ran as fast as his legs could muster, even when they felt like crumbling underneath all the pressure and his lungs felt like they were burning in his chest. They thought they were careful and had things been different, he wouldn’t have seen anything. But he caught a glimpse – the sight of blood trickling down the face of the limp girl one of them carried in his arms. 

They tossed her away like a rag doll and fled. 

The coast was clear. He came closer.

 

His heart fell when he realized he knew her.

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