How Fucking Romantic
I’m staring at the door handle she has just used to leave me.
Fuck.
I hear her engine start and see the garage silhouetted by her headlights. The car revs and then fades as she drives away from my house.
I can feel the weight of my body shift from my heels to the pads of my feet.
Fuck. Fuck, fuck fuck.
3 Comments:
3/06/2006
Damon writes:
You Fucked Yourself
3/07/2006
floatingwild writes:
my stomach sank when i read this.
3/07/2006
Spider writes:
Things continue down this interesting road...
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