As if my consciousness
is waking up
from a deep slumber,
I run back to him.Out of breath, disheveled, and frantic.
Still a moment late.
I watch from across the road.
Archer bends down on one knee,
and confesses his love.Not to me.
To her.
Tryst.But isn't she me?
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FantasyIf you were given seven chances to save your loved one...will you do it? Tryst falls to her death from The Efil Bridge. Assuming she committed suicide, her fiancé follows her footsteps to the world beyond. But the truth is, her death was an aberrati...