Flickers by A. Meril

Gatherers II

Gatherers II


Everything reminds her of him. A few glimmering jewels, his notes on the wall, an ash-covered apron thrown in the corner: everything he left behind, gathering both dust and her sorrow.

Tears of anger rise. Let him be damned, and let his pride be doom. I will never forgive him.

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