[MALE READER IN REVERSE 1999] - 𝗦𝗟𝗢𝗪 𝗕𝗨𝗥𝗡 FANFIC
"𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤 𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙩, 𝙣𝙤 𝙛𝙪𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙣𝙤𝙬"
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It can be challenging to get used to the behaviour of th...
You know what I admire about you? Your have this habit for being completely unpredictable. People assume they know your intentions, they think they have you figured out. But little do they know, you're playing an entirely different game. It's not about being in line or having clear goals. No, it's the exact opposite of what everyone thinks you're after. You're a total wildcard. And I love that about you. Nobody can pin you down. You're the ace up the sleeve in the deck of life. Keep 'em guessing.
But who cares anyway, who the hell cares about the new order? About their secret agenda? It's not your concern, not your problem to worry about. Who cares about who's in charge and what their plans are, to hell with their agenda! You've got your own goals and objectives to focus on. This new order, this new world order, whatever they're calling it, is not your concern.
You don't have the time or energy to worry about their grand plans and schemes. You've got your own life to live, your own destiny to fulfill. So let them wallow in their power struggles and Machiavellian machinations. as long as you get to live your life in peace and avoid any unnecessary trouble. It's like not your circus, not your monkeys, right?
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"Excuse me. Hello, sir. You seem to be struggling, living a life with no hope of a future"
As the storm rages on. There is no body, no presence, just the scattered clothes and belongings which were left behind as if they were just vaporized. That's beyond tragic; that's an utter shitstorm. That's what it was, that is fuck up more than one.
It was all so wrong, the storm take them one by time, leaving behind nothing but memories. Everything they once were is being washed away. It leaves her feeling numb. She can't believe it, and she starts crying, trying to understand it.
It left a mark on her heart that would never heal.
As if the storm was not enough, she was still a child back then. She didn't have any understanding of what was happening. All she knew was that the storm was taking something away, her friends, the memories of their laughter and smiles. She cried and cried. It was confusing, all of this was confusing. She wanted to wake up from this nightmare and go back to the time when things were normal and peaceful, but was there anything she could do?
