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It is just another day. Just another day, getting ready in the ghostly silent room. I messily grab my bag and stream down the stairs, in a hurry to get rid of the monstrous silence that would never let me go.
The road is unusually empty. I walk for a full minute and then, surprise stops me midstride. There is someone who is sitting beside the streetlight, sleeping peacefully.
I walk forward. His clothes look dirty and worn out.
I tap on the person's shoulder. He wakes up abruptly, his face a mix of shock and confusion.
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Blue
Short StoryHer solace was the tears she shed in the middle of the night, when she knew there was no one to listen to her sobs or notice her wet pillow.. He found salvation in the blood that often oozed out of his hand. When their paths meet, will the blood be...
