I've been thinking of these puzzle pieces for the last several days.
Over and over again with the same cycle. I take what I know, and I infer.
I must have stormed out into the forest. I must have been so angry I was just blindly walking.
Then... what? I come across the river next to the meeting tree... and Alex comes in... then you come in. But that wouldn't make sense. Alex committed suicide, right? He was found in his room is what everybody said.
Dammit. Another dead end. Another wall.
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Out of Ink | A Short Story
Short Story❝What if he didn't leave ... what if he disappeared?❞ highest rank: #27 in SS 1st place for Best Tragedy in the Crystal Awards 2016/2017 2nd place for Short Story in the Crystal Awards 2016/2017