gamurphy511's Letters
I can see her in the depths of my memory. Stoic,
as he towers over her, hatred pouring out of him.
His commitment to the abuse is so strong, he is
willing to make himself sick, she realized.
And that is when she smiles.
Finally, the illusion has shattered.
Shattered so definitively, one could hold a funeral
for it. Some would panic, because…read more