"Death? Tis but a construct of the mind. In reality, if there is such a thing, it is the birth of a new life. Or the beginning of a game."-My Beloved Father
Wind tapped on the double-glazed windows, water droplets danced on the poorly insulated roof. The continuous indescribable sound of the rain imitating the rhythm of a lullaby, acting like the mother I never had. The mother that was taken away from me.
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A villain?
Short StoryDeath? Tis but a construct of the mind. In reality, if there is such a thing, it is the birth of a new life. Or the beginning of a game.
