Thursday, October 7, 2010

Pale Victorias Secret Model



had been rejected. The Empire State, flowers, an hour. 7:01 am. There would be waiting. "Come, or forget me forever."

She was not.

At night he moved among prostitutes and alcohol. His coat smelled of sweat and tears. Two types assaulted him. "Give us everything you have." From calmly said he had money, I could go to a bank they wanted them out. Reached into his pocket. No! That does not! Let me the box! Anything but that! He shouted as he struggled with them.

a shot was heard and a laugh and all was silent.

He lay on the bloodstained ground with a terrifying expression of indifference on his face. There had been the only memory he had left it. He had thrown everything that belonged to her in the trash. His gifts, letters, books, clothes you left, guards and travel entries they made together. Deleted the photos and messages, their numbers, their past and face .... And they had been the only thing that mattered in life, the ring with which you propose marriage, and the wound was bleeding.

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