Chapter 20: Untitled

A bullet train ran over me. Or at least it felt like it. Pulverizing every ounce of hope? shards of dreams collapsing on my feet, as it sped and shook away to the edge of the night.

Standing outside his car door, I stood there in the rain, and told him I was okay.

I vowed to never feel that way again.  And I walked away.

 

Chapter One: https://rachellecruz29.wordpress.com/2015/12/30/untitled-semiautobiography/

 

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