I wait.
And wait.
Nothing happens.
The wait is more torturous.
It gives me time to think,
more time to ponder,
more time to fall in the pitch-black pit of despair.
More time passes.
I hesitate
but stand up.
I can't help but think about it.
Is he alive?
Hope flutters inside my chest.
But I'm still wary.
The bead feels hot in my palm.
I inspect it closely.
It shines brighter.
But,
nothing happens.
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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...
