A Miracle (Translated) by peachxvision (Complete)

Prologue

To be honest, I'm not really a writer. It's obvious on my introduction. I just want to narrate our short story. Like she said, memories are not meant to be kept. 

Why am I writing this down? To be honest , I really don't know. Oh wait, I actually do. 

Why do they call endings in fairytales happy endings? What do you call that? Oh yes. Oxymoron. Actually, when have endings become happy? Even if the boy and the girl end up together in a show, 

the worst part is, the show's over. 

I want a story without an end. 

Here I am, lying down on a bed which isn't actually mine. I'm holding up the laptop and here , I'm typing. 

One of the miracles which changed my point of view in life is still here. Its petals are gradually falling. But what's interesting is they don't dry up. They just fall , and that's it. 

Is she still waiting for me? I'm hoping… that she's really waiting for me. 

Our story is a fairytale. A fairytale without a fairy… but there is magic, a magic that we call 'miracle' 

Why? 

I don't know either. 

And here , we end our story.