i hadn't heard a voice
for a long time,
but this time
it wasn't all that dark.
i walked on a thin line,
a door right in front of me,
high and white and shiny.
i closed my eyes
and took a deep breath,
but when i opened
my eyes again,
the door was still there.
i felt i had to open it,
a gut feeling,
so i sighed,
and stepped inside.
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𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐖𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐄
Short Storyan almost decade old story. * "one tragedy changed their lives." a story with dialogues and minimal description, in which a boy ends up in the hospital after a car accident and his friend slowly collapsing under the weight of his tortured mind. but...
