He drank tea. His hair in the reflected glow of the headlights was truly gold, a curtain of nearly metallic waves flowing like a shining sea across the right side of his face. he seemed to grope for a word again. He had left, dumped me because I wasn't human enough for him.
The floor was tile, and that didn't absorb liquid. Today the world would spark and burn. I knew you were coffin bait, I didn't know you were a whore. A great white static empty place, where nothing hurt, where nothing felt.
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