My words must have gotten through him.
"Where is Tryst?"
Archer shakes my shoulder.
I raise an eyebrow,
and smile,
my earlier purpose dissolving.
"I'm dying."
As if ploughing through mud,
I struggle to maintain resolve.
"Stop talking rubbish!" he shouts.
"You listen to me, Archer Logan!" I snap,
"This is me, Tryst!"
"I'm calling the police."
I break down.
"You said you won't let me go!
You would keep me safe.
I'm dying, Archie.
At the bridge, your Tryst is dying!"
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One Of These Endings |✔
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...
