She was a piece of glass, brittle and fragile, yet she shines when hit just right. He would smash her to bits with his words and lies; the neighbors saw their quarelling silhouettes. Her beautiful, milky skin, marred by bruses and cuts and blood.
And when she says to him baby don’t do this baby I love you what did I do? he pulls out a gun.
Bang
And she’s gone.
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