My eyes are panging. Tears sting my cheeks as I keep on walking away. Walking away...into the abyss with a drought of love. Every step hurts more and more, but I keep on walking; I have no choice to turn back. There is one contradiction though: this feeling, it decreases rapidly by the second, and that is the most sickening part of all. As my tears start to glitter my eyes, I can't stop thinking about the people who came before me, the people who were with me, that one person who was me...she is no more.
Maybe, I should've died, MAYBE...I should've let her go, and maybe, I should stop crying, because I'm supposed to be happy...right?
...right?
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10 Lives; 1 Prize (First Draft.)
Adventure100 random people are spontaneously spawned into a dark room with no indication or clue as to how they could be there. Suddenly, a voice blares through the walls of the dark room... *NOTE: This is a first draft, criticism is welcome, but please don'...
