Never would I know what is worse- never seeing you again or knowing this might be the last time we ever see each other. You with your angelic face, your clear glasses, and your black t-shirt; and I staring at you enter the room from a corner. Funny how even the smallest interactions take up the biggest space of your daydreams.
A single nod from you and I forget about all the things I had been dying to say. A single smile from you gives me the reassurance of the million times it will reappear in my dreams.
A million times I wish for you, and a million other times I wish for my wish to come true. Homesick for a place that does not exist and nostalgic about a day that never happened. When things fall apart and all falls down, I wish a million times for you to come true.
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City of the Anguished
Короткий рассказA compilation of short stories. A different paragraph narrates a different story.
