One is a lonely number, but one is all I seem to be. No waters I haven't ventured, yet no matter how much I sing my song, no one sings back. It's as if the waves drowns my voice, sea foam swallowing any sounds. I've existed eons, long after the last breath of my kind. Despite the resilience of my ancient body, my heart suffers. If fate thinks it spared me, surely fates wrong. If the point of living were those most precious, ones who aren't here, life's meaning.. has gone. The only one to hear my song... is me.
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✨Random Short Stories✨
Short StoryAbunch of random short stories! This is actually for school projects so it won't be updated alot. But prepare for the feels. (:
