So I realised I haven't blogged in a while. I have decided to put on a pinch of something I did on writtenkitten. Enjoy...
She'd blown in it. Blown it all. And for what, to prove her point against a stubborn, little man. Now she was ruined. If she could have just kept that sharp tongue of hers in her mouth then, maybe, she would have been okay. But she'd gotten angery, with the way he disbelieved her and twisted her words. It was the last straw when he called her a muderer. She wasn't! No-one believed she was innocent, but she was. And now she'd ruined it all! Yelling at a man who had lured her under a cloak of safety, saying she should talk to him, prove she had nothing to hide, then twisted her words like a dagger into her back. Now, she looked short-tempered and nobody would believe that someone who can lash out like that could possibly be innocent. But she was.
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