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THE PSYCHO


Scared. Restless. Suspicious.

She wasn’t this before. He knew that . Or didn’t he ?

There was no cause for fear. She knew that. Yet she couldn’t help it. She had to panic. She felt like it was the right thing to do then. She regretted it  moments later.

His memory went back to those good old days. She lived in her own world of poetry. Something that set her apart. He loved her. Rather he still loves her. And she ? No one knew.

He could not ask. Nor could she tell.
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Red Handed said…
I dont know what to say...!! Loved it.
February 2, 2012 at 12:11 PM
Tereza said…
Great, like always!
February 7, 2012 at 7:21 AM
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