AMARA
I don’t know how it happened but as soon as I stepped out of the car, my legs slipped and I fell backwards. He was there behind me, making me held onto his bicep as my life depended on it. His shirt tore, with a screeching sound, exposing a deep gash of wound. My eyes widened but before I could even react, Aleena walked in and started shouting at him. All of it went deaf on my ears as I stood in the corner, my eyes still on his wound. His shirt started to turn bright red, making me remember the time when he enjoyed me cover in the same.
I didn’t realise when writing became this important to me and when I started liking it so much..I write because it heals me and I want the same for all of you..As I’m still a student who is working hard for her goals that’s why it would be really appreciable if you all support me
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