hannahbauman
The thunder rolled in with the clouds, deepening in pitch as the light faded from the Kansas sky. Tonight, she thought, I will feel completely alive.
She lashed out violently, screaming epithets and spitting at the police. After all, what had they done for her? Watched as she was beaten by the man she called her husband? And for what?
Stick and stones may break my bones but words only break my heart. It's sad how much easier it is to break a heart, whether anyone believes it or not. The heart is not strong. It's resilient. It breaks and heals, over, and over, and over. Until the day it stops ticking.
He stomped out the cigarette in the dusty parking lot and then took her hand. They ran to the car and took off, narrowly avoiding the mall cops. Laughing as they sped down the road into the dark, she took his hand.
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