Real men don’t cry

The clouds imitated the roar in his heart. The rain sounded as heavy as his suppressed tears. He used his long, healthy locks to hide the pain. He needed to scream. He needed to use expletives that would shock the most foul-mouthed of his friends. Just last week, she had told him things would be…

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Tug-of-war

He said sorry with his eyes showing apology. She looked back with anger, dotted with amusement. "Sorry is not enough," she said. "Then what can I do? Please tell me," he begged. She looked at him for the first time since he had come. He was wearing the same crisp blue shirt that used to…