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"f-fine"
i replied

you then walked with me.
down the cold route.
across trees.
our step crunching the leaves beneath us.

"what about you"
you asked.
"what's your name?"


"y/n. y/n l/n"
i replied.

"i don't want to you go"
you sniffed.
"but you must"

"then why do i have to go?"
i whined.

you were silent,
stopped walking.

"i don't want you to be like me. so please..."
you said in a mere voice.

i didn't ask.
i didn't want to ask.
even though i was so many questions.
i'm scared.

it's bitter but,
what if the answer to all my questions are making the goodbye more bitter?

what... what were you?


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