"Look me in the eyes,
and tell me you don't recognize me."
Silence again.
Archer doesn't contest my claim.
He glares at me harder.
Confident,
and daring,
I whisper,
"Five, nine, eight."
Archer frowns. "What?"
I place the box forward.
He doesn't break our eye contact.
"Password."
He takes it with a mixed impression,
finally letting go of me,
and turns the dial.
Once, twice, thrice.
The lock clicks open.
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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...
