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It's Not a Love Story
#WritcoStoryPrompt9
The cry was faint but I heard loud and clear it as I walked past the dark bushes. My steps faltered. It was late and I wasn’t sure if it was a smart thing to stop and inspect the source or not. But it was that voice, crying, pouring her heart out that made me stop. I started to walk in that direction with the slow rhythm of my feet, but with fast rhythm in my heart. There she was sitting, clutching the wall as in it was her mother, waiting for her to put her arms around her and make her believe that everything is still okay. I went towards, put my hands on her asked, and asked if she was alright. She replied, “No, I am not okay.”
“What happened?” I asked.
“What is love?” She asked in return.
I looked...
The cry was faint but I heard loud and clear it as I walked past the dark bushes. My steps faltered. It was late and I wasn’t sure if it was a smart thing to stop and inspect the source or not. But it was that voice, crying, pouring her heart out that made me stop. I started to walk in that direction with the slow rhythm of my feet, but with fast rhythm in my heart. There she was sitting, clutching the wall as in it was her mother, waiting for her to put her arms around her and make her believe that everything is still okay. I went towards, put my hands on her asked, and asked if she was alright. She replied, “No, I am not okay.”
“What happened?” I asked.
“What is love?” She asked in return.
I looked...
