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What He Would Say if He Still Had a Voice
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Prose/Short Stories I loved her once.
It was sometime after the first time she smiled with that look in her eyes that told me I had the power to make her happy.
But before the time she cried in my arms because I couldn't.
Things changed after that. Things got old. What used to fascinate me about her now irritated me.
I stayed. I don't know why. I guess she never really gave me a reason to leave. Until one day, she found one.
What she did left me speechless. As soon as we parted, the world became silent.
It's been quiet ever since.
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She asked to be my whore again tonight. I always say yes. I don't know why.
Maybe I still love her. Maybe I've realized I can still make her happy, if only for one night. But things will never be the same.
She'll smile at me another time, but now with just lust in her eyes.
She'll cry because I could never love her enough...not enough for the both of us.
