Standing there, staring at him. A person I once loved, and held close. I took him in when he needed help the most, cared for him, revived him. I loved him like no other. I bandaged him up when he was hurt, I took him into my home when he needed shelter. I loved him like no other. Now, I stand here, staring at the one I loved most. The one I cared for the most, the one I spent my whole life helping. He too was staring back at me. Tears in my eyes. His once olive colored eyes, now grey and misty, His once soft pink lips, now torn and bleeding. His teeth, once clean and white, now beaten and missing. He was staring at me, not the same way as I. The boy I met five minutes ago, I brought in when he needed me the most, I bandaged his wounds, I gave him the food, and shelter when he needed it the most. He was tired, cold, from running from them for so long. Loving him as a mother should, I now regret every minute ago. His teeth busted from my frying pan, his lips torn from my fingernails, his mist grey eyes from the infection. Now cornered me, Nothing left. I stand there, staring at him. He, staring back at me. Waiting to see who makes the first move.
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Poopy Head
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Great story, it almost made me cry.
Poopy Head
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Did you write this by yourself? You should be an author 🙂
I write a lot of stories, all the short stories I post are going to be written by me 🙂 Thank you, but my grammar is not the best, so unless I have a hardcore grammar nazi to help me edit everything I doubt I'll ever fulfill the author role.
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