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Working out my annoyance by writing drabbles, sorry to all I'm spamming.



Hands shaking Chris drained the last of his beer before furiously flinging the bottle at the nearest wall. Glass exploded outwards; showering the kitchen with cruel shards that glistened in the harsh light. Uncaring he crossed the floor. Ignoring the sting as sharp glass dug into tender skin, the masochistic need to hear the message again outweighing physical pain. Play button pressed clumsily, Chris slowly sank to the floor, hands wrapped round his knees as the familiar words filled the air. It’s over…too young to be tied down…sorry…I loved you…goodbye. He’d had his taste of happiness, now it was over.

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