English isn't my first language and I sincerely apologize if I commit severe grammar mistakes.
This one is just a short fic.
I honestly don't know how to say if this is triggering or nah, but it talks about sadness...somehow.
The goal of this fiction is not to make anyone feel depressed or something, but otherwise.
I don't own the characters.
I hope you enjoy~
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At the 33rd Intersection
Short StoryA SHORT FICTION BY IMYUREX There are twenty-four hours per day. There is the city that never sleeps, Las Vegas. There are trillions of people around the world. But I'm not going to write about that. Because if I have to make a story about everythin...
