No.
No.
No.
This was not supposed to happen.
It was not supposed to end like this. I planned everything. I planned all the possible scenarios. Everything to a T. This was not how it was supposed to go down.
How am I supposed to accept it when I can't even believe it?
This was definitely not how I imagined for this night to end.
End. Such a defining term. Such a carelessly used term. Yet this is exactly what the word defines.
It is the end.
The end of many things, including her life. My dream. Our dreams. Our future. But most importantly her life.
I just cannot believe that she is gone. Dead.
Everything she wished to accomplish is all gone.
Poof.
With her, with this, my life is also done for.
But then why do I feel like that this is just the beginning.
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True or False.
Mystery / ThrillerONC prompt 68- You saw her dead, but she is having dinner with your parents downstairs. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Everything is not how it seem...
