kelly (Canada) published:
PROMPT: Flash Fiction Competition 2017
I stare at him, love filling every crevice in my body, bitter, violent, and debilitating. Resisting the urge to crumble, I keep my head level and gaze indifferent.
He looks down at his feet and fiddles with his fingers. "I'm sorry."
I have an urge to urge him to stay. But I know better.
"Leave. Don't come back."
My voice doesn't even tremble. Unlike him, I have control over my urges.
over 3 years ago