Horror Flash Fiction: The Door
He sees me when I cry.
But doesn't come to comfort me.
He sees me get hurt.
But doesn't come to heal me.
He sees my heart break.
But doesn't help me put it together.
He watches me fall apart
But doesn't help me up.
He just watches.
Sometimes I watch him too
Asking questions in my eyes.
He looks away.
He doesn't want to give me an answer.
He promised to protect me
But he doesn't.
That is the last thing I can take
Before I completely break.
He watches me leave
He doesn't stop me.
He watches me go further and further away.
I close the door so I don't have to go back.
Now I know I'll be okay.
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