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“If I left tomorrow would anyone even know?”
She felt the blood run cold in her veins.
Yes! Yes! I would know!
The voice in her head screamed back at the single line of text.
She screwed closed her eyes and turned the page, hoping against hope that this was a rhetorical question. Hoping that when she slowly opened her eyes, one at a time, squinting breathlessly at the page, he would still be there.
But no. There was nothing. No-one. Blank white paper stared back at her. The sheer whiteness of it hurt her eyes. The blankness clutched at her heart and she felt its emptiness like a void in her soul.
She closed the journal, traced her fingers over the letters on the cover. This was all he had left her – a year of words. Words that had drawn her in and given her hope.
She clutched the book to her breast and cried.

Last Line First Week 10


About Dabblewords

Reluctant writer, word dabbler...tea maker, coffee drinker, rum imbiber, chocolate eater.

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