A/N: This is the second story I've ever written. All of them were for school so don't judge. I think.😅
I didn't mean to kill her. She just collapsed after I gave her the sublime flower. After, I veered right home. From that day forward I didn't mention it to anyone. I was so petrified. The blossom was empyreal—light purple and blue. When I gave it to her bare hands, it all happened. For hours, I sobbed, I was just getting to know the poor girl! Getting used to it was hard. My thoughts kept going back to the events but I kept coming to conclusions that mostly ended in 'it wasn't real'.
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Precipice
Short StoryAsha has killed someone. She is so petrified about her 'incident'. Later, she goes to a friend's place and discovers a secret. One that Asha could die for.
