life, love, death

This is a story about two young lovers, one is moving away and one is moving up. life is hard and choices are harder, love is life and hate is death.

(this is a short 300 word story for a competiton, feedback needed) thanks


3. Death

I hung up on her, and hung myself; I took my shower curtain, cried my last tears and did it. My ma rushed in as I screamed, it was too late, tears crashed down her sorrowful face and her hands were  covered in crimson blood.  Ma cried for hours that night but my head stayed bowed down.

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