And here’s the second offering…
Drabble: Twenty Times
Disclaimer: Kinda angsty
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Twenty times a day, she tells him she loves him. Tries to make up for
all the days she wouldn’t say it. Couldn’t say it. Didn’t know.
Twenty times a day, he smiles and strokes her hair. Kisses her lips. Pulls her close.
Twenty times a day, she waits for him to say it back. Revels in it. Lives to hear it.
Twenty times a day, she wishes he believed her. Tries to prove it. Make him see.
Twenty times a day, she dies inside. Holds him tighter. Loves him harder.
Terrified some scars can’t heal.
Twenty times a day.
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