Page 95 of Inevitable Destruction
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Six eyes.
Three pairs.
Two green.
Two hazel.
Two blue.
All fucking dead.
“Oh, God,” I cry, dropping the newspaper to the table with a loud sob. The pain I’d been suffocating and willfully ignoring for long weeks—months—comes charging forward full steam ahead, obliterating me.
I curl in on myself on the couch, forming a tight ball as sobs wrack through my body, so physically fucking painful, I can feel my bones creak and grind together. My heart thuds slowly, painfully knocking against my breastbone with every stubborn, unrelenting beat.
My sobs die down to silence after a while, leaving me with ringing ears and blood-curdling, screaming memories.
