Abandoned by hope in nameless alleys, trapped in my own feelings, drowned by my conflicts, I could feel my soul leaving my body.
And then, I saw the sadness with which he looked at me.
You're still in my mind, beautiful as a magnolia, your blooming gives me light and hope.
I have no knowledge of my destiny or how big my future will be, I only know that my heart is all yours because it is where you have harvested.
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Collection of short stories
General FictionStories never shared before. A bit of everything: stories of abandonment, sadness, regrets and sometimes joy. Maybe you find your safe place here, dunno! Just enjoy ;) Only created for entertainment. The cover is not mine. It's a photo of Ginza, Jap...
