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𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠: incomplete - james bay
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Tommy perched upon a rugged log, atop the barren hill where once their humble abode had proudly stood. His gaze, a hollow stare, fixated upon the flickering flames that danced before him. Night after endless night, he lingered there, midst the shadows, haunted by memories that tormented his soul.
In the depths of despair, he mourned the loss of Marianna, his beloved. The tragedy that befell her, a wound that bled endlessly within his heart. Each crackling ember echoed the agony of their shattered dreams—the remnants of a life consumed by flames. The ashes of their home, once a sanctuary of love, pain, and laughter, now lay scattered like the tattered sherd of his shattered spirit.
Grief entrapped him like a dyspnoeic shroud, its weight crushing him every single second, leaving him pursy for air inside the smothering iniquity. The wind whispered mournful melodies, carrying his sorrow across the desolate landscape, where echoes of their laughter once danced upon the breeze.
Oh, how he longed to turn back the hands of time, to rewrite the tragic script that had robbed him of his happiness. But time, relentless in its march forward, offered no solace, no redemption. Only the cold, harsh reality of a world forever altered by loss and despair.
And so, Tommy remained, a solitary figure midst the ruins, a prisoner of his own grief, forever bound to the memory of a love lost in the flames of tragedy.
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In the grand parlour of Arrow House, Ada Shelby stood poised by the towering window, her gaze fixed upon the desolate scene outside. Through the thick panes, she watched as her brother, Tommy, returned with a solemn grace, leading the grey filly that had become his constant companion in the lonely hours of grief—Mari's whispers.
"He's back." Ada murmured to her sombre companions, their figures still draped in mourning attire, mirroring the heaviness that hung in the air like a shroud, just as the sky above brooded in mournful hues.
"Was he out there all night?" Michael inquired, his voice heavy with concern as he surveyed the weary figure of his cousin.
