All of us here are waiting. Waiting for what? Waiting for who? Nobody knows. Everyone waits. Everyone hopes to be freed of this waiting state, but who will save us?
No one. No one is there for us. No one looks for us. No one will save us.
Some say that a certain person will save us. Some say another will. Some say a group will. Some say no one will.
All we hear is a loud silence. All we hear is a loud pain. All we hear is a loud and heavy grief.
The atmosphere is gray. The atmosphere is foggy. The atmosphere is heavy.
There's no hope. There's no joy. There's nothing.
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Short stories - One Shots
NouvellesThose are short stories about my feelings. One shots
