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Fiction
Published 24 September, 2010
Words That Cut
He finally told her exactly how little he thought of her, enjoying the sight of her shrinking into herself with every attack. He had carefully considered his final blow beforehand.
"You will die alone, and no-one will mourn you." It broke something in her, but not what he'd expected.
"Good. I do not consider making other people feel bad a pursuit worthy of my time." Her smile was serene. "Go away, and never come back."
He had no words left that could touch her.
She was glad finally her doubts had been removed, and she was free of him.
Fiction tags: Third person Slice of Life Drabbles