It rains.
The light drizzle falls on my face,
mixes with my tears,
and trails down my cheek.
The thought comes back to me again.
Maybe we aren't meant to be?
Maybe it's all a lie or all a dream?
But the reality is too real and too vivid.
How I wish it's otherwise.
My feet stays glued to the ground
as they take my dead body out of the river.
The cycle starts again.
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One Of These Endings |✔
FantasyIf you were given seven chances to save your loved one...will you do it? Tryst falls to her death from The Efil Bridge. Assuming she committed suicide, her fiancé follows her footsteps to the world beyond. But the truth is, her death was an aberrati...
