Her laugh.
Her smile.
Her gentle touch.
Her curiosity.
Her clumsiness.
Her bright eyes.
Her cooking.
Her care.
Her annoying habits.
Her orderly night time rituals.
Her clothing preference.
Her little quirks.
Her name.
Her...
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All of her...
Gone...
It was gone...
Nothing remained.
Such cruel disease.
Striking abundance through the bodies of all of them.
Those beautiful yet atrocious golden leaves.
Sweeping all away and taking away what remains.
Such a cruel joke of time.
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But she won't accept it.
With her research into life.
With her countless hours toiling away to have the answer to it.
With her mistakes hidden in the bellows of that spaceship.
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With the will to make it right.
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She will fix this.
She will fix it all.
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She'll see her again...
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Whatever it takes.
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Her Masterpiece (Ruan Mei X F.OC)
أدب الهواةA failure. That's all she was and will ever be. Walking a path of not even loneliness... Or if this is loneliness she can't tell. The failure of one of the greatest geniuses known in the universe. The worst failure that could ever be born. The incom...
