Pt 2/2 The minutes ticked by, etched into his soul like the cuts were on his skin. One hour, two. He burned through an entire pack, growing grey and bitter, kept rooted by dimming hope. 
A voice startled him, amused and chilling. Not the one he was waiting for. "You shouldn't have waited," she stayed just out of the lamp light. "I don't blame you, but you shouldn't have." #instagramstory #shortshortstories #shortstory #shortfiction #microfiction #ministory #fiction #amwriting #writer
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