She left the other girl, the other girl was oblivious and clueless as to why? Why rid a melody that they had merged? Because the melody was off tune, like their relationship.
The girl hurdled herself back into her old ways, partying during the day, crying in front of a shattered mirror at night.
If this scenario where to continue? She would be the mirror, she'd see the flaws, she would shatter herself and break.
Permanently.
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Short StoryI should've treasured love while I had it. ▬▬▬ Cover Art: Me ▬▬▬ Cinta is Love in Malay
