Laying in the dark side of the room, my memories flood back to November. The day I saw her, the day I started living. The sound of her laugh, like the wind chimes. Like all the infinities I wondered were all in her eyes.
The smile on my face, changed in a spur into a mouth full of blood. Before drifting to darkness, a blurred image of her passes my sane consciousness.
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The lost times || Completed
Short StoryThey loved each other it was true except for one thing TIME
