Precocious. Little. Clover. Devil

Friday, March 25, 2005


So he issued an ultimatum: Stop playing this game.

She remained silent.

He felt tired of giving in. She felt tired of waiting.

He asked her to tell him what she wanted. She said she did not know. He said he did not believe her. She said sorry.

He said he had enough of being the one to accomodate. He asked her if she ever understiid him at all. She kept quiet.

Silence.

He told her that this was a huge mistake from the start. She hesitated.

Then he told her that the game is ending.

Finally, he hung up.

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I think I'm heartless. Then again, I could have made up this story. Think about it.


Gavin pondered @ 21:47


Under the layers of dust