She took a step towards love, only to be pushed back down the stairs.
She took a step back, only to be pushed up the stairs by hope.
She was thrown back and forth, each hitting her like a racket, her being the ball.
She cried, clueless of where to go but back to reality.
She woke up.
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Short StoryI should've treasured love while I had it. ▬▬▬ Cover Art: Me ▬▬▬ Cinta is Love in Malay
