Velleity

She took out the phone from her bag. That was the time. Done. He wanted to delete all his messages. His number. His facebook friendship. Possibly, his presence from her mind. Opening up a conversation with him, she came across with the last pictures he sent her. A selfie on the mirror. How stupid is that. She trembled a bit, threw the phone on the desk and left the room to take some alcohol from the fridge.

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