Eleven Eleven
Cecilia Kavanagh
Eleven Eleven
Copyright © 2009 by Cecilia Kavanagh
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Illustration: Copyright © 2009 by Cecilia Kavanagh
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Cover design by Cecilia Kavanagh
Author’s Notes: I wanted to thank you personally for purchasing or downloading this e-book. It means so much to me that someone would want to read my words, whether or not you bought it, downloaded it for free, or had it given to you by a friend as a recommendation. That last one especially makes me grateful. This short story is for anyone who has encouraged my writing, whether it was verbally or by doing something that made me want to write. I love you all!
Eleven Eleven
She had long since stopped crying. That brain-numbing, heart-wrenching pain coursing through her system could not be expressed by her tears. No, she would not cry―and she would not forget either. What they had should not―could not―be forgotten. For six months he had been a constant in her life―and now he was gone. Not gone as though he had died, instead he was just absent from her life. He was tragically beautiful, and the whole situation was beautifully tragic, she observed with a sad attempt of a smile. She drew her knees up to her chest in the bed of her truck, wishing it would rain so the rest of the world would feel as glum as she did right now. She looked up as her lips turned down in a set frown. The night's ebony sky was clear of any clouds. Little to no chance of soul cleansing, pain easing rain for her tonight.