"You're right, Tryst."
I whisper to myself.
"If I die,
he doesn't have to be my companion."
"Who was it?"
I jump as Archer comes back into the living room.
There's a feeling of accomplishment.
Tryst's already gone
without meeting him.
"N-no one."
I lie through my teeth.
He doesn't believe me.
"Who was it?" he demands again.
The trace of annoyance in his voice startles me
I should have thought this through.
But impulse is the only weapon I can carry.
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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...
