David Harper
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I'm young and inexperienced, so it should be fun seeing what all I'm able to do here.
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H.A.S.T.E.
She was beautiful. Not in the crass, veiled manner, he was used to; but soft, glowing. The innocence pierced him. He wasn’t used to feeling this light and hollowed out. The warmth she brought was undeniable, and by far the purest thing he had ever felt in his otherwise voided life. Who was he, that she would come here with him? Talk to him? Understand him? The guilt, like molasses, flowed slowly throughout his body, pressurizing his veins and bloating his neck. He shouldn’t be here, but he was; because she was. There was nothing else that mattered to him anymore. He wasn’t sure there was anything else, to begin with. Just her. Just that look of….Wait? That look of….
By David Harper3 years ago in Fiction
