Written by Jacob Ibrag Big hand on the clock strikes three as she wakes and slowly wipes her tears away. Eyes try to adjust to the darkness and yet all she sees is him and his knuckles. It shouldn’t be like this. It’s been years since he’s last touched her face. It’s been years since […]
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