He was your soulmate all along.
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Gojo was never the kind of guy you thought you'd end up with. He was never your type.
Nonetheless, you loved him dearly. On an awful day, you caught him under the sheets with another woman. He left you with a...
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Outside, a small whirl was picking up soot, dust and dead leaves, lifting them up into the infinite blues.
The dead leaves danced with the gushing wind, their sync transcendent and inimitable for the mortals fools. It was a beautiful sight.
The brittle, wan dry leaves found new life when it spiraled around with the wind, its soothing motion revitalizing its every vein and venule.
However, the dead leaves could no longer experience its newfound life. The dead leaves slowly got persuaded; coerced to be suppressed down by the other unruly currents, transporting it away from the waltzing wind current, which still gushed around carefree, flourishing and wafting the dust in the air.
The dead leaves didn't rebel; they caved in to the formidable force.
The realization dawned upon the soulless leaves that the wind current wasn't theirs to waltz with.
So, without any act of resistance, they dry leaves joined the ground below, watching the wind gush and whirl the dust, smoothly carrying it away to faraway lands.
And just like that, the dry leaves accepted its fate and laid flat, inert.
