The click of a backspace key by UzumaNaru, literature
Literature
The click of a backspace key
He sat at his computer, staring at the screen, at the blank message box for the answer he had yet to give.
"I love you." No no, can't say that. You're not supposed to know. The click of a backspace key.
"I'll always be there for you." No. To corny, you might think I'm getting attached. The click of a backspace key.
"Don't waste your time with her! I'm right here!" I wish I could say that, but I wish even more you would see yourself. Now you've sent me a message wondering what's wrong, why I haven't replied.
"I'm thinking about you, that's all." He laughs quietly to himself. I'm a friend, nothing more. The cli
No matter how many times you told me you wanted to leave;
No matter how many breaths that you took, you still couldn't breathe;
No matter how many nights that you lied wide awake to the sound of the poison rain;
Where did you go? Where did you go? Where did you go?
She was crying; she couldn't help it. He came home drunk again last night and started yelling at her; screaming at her that everything was her fault. She wanted to leave, really she did. But no matter how many times she said it, she didn't leave. He was suffocating her; she couldn't breathe. She wanted to leave; she didn't want to spend another night listening to what he h