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I can write! :P Hurray. Here's an ultra short story. It's up for interpretation, you can take it however you want :)
It has all come to this. This one moment. I sit here on the edge of my bed, with tears clouding my view and all I can hear is two words repeating in my head. “What’s left?”
There is no answer. Nothing is left. That’s why it had to come to this. I lifted right my hand weakly and brushed the tears from my eyes so I could see what I was doing. My left hand held a piece of lined paper, with scratchy writing in blue ink. I wrote that two days ago.
I placed the paper onto my pillow, and paused to look at it. It looked almost poetic on the soft, floral case. My eyes became blurry again, and I quickly wiped away the tears. There is nothing left. I have made my choice.
It has all come to this. This one moment. I sit here on the edge of my bed, with tears clouding my view and all I can hear is two words repeating in my head. “What’s left?”
There is no answer. Nothing is left. That’s why it had to come to this. I lifted right my hand weakly and brushed the tears from my eyes so I could see what I was doing. My left hand held a piece of lined paper, with scratchy writing in blue ink. I wrote that two days ago.
I placed the paper onto my pillow, and paused to look at it. It looked almost poetic on the soft, floral case. My eyes became blurry again, and I quickly wiped away the tears. There is nothing left. I have made my choice.