I knew it was the end, and I remember, revealing my eyes to the world for the last time. For the very last time.
I knew it was the end because I could feel my heart rates decelerating with each second passing by. I remember going rigid.
I knew it was the end, because the staircase to hell stood right infront of me, going all the way down, fading somewhere below the crust of earth, inviting me with open arms, to get lost in its embrace and pay for the very sins I've offered to this enormous sphere while my breathes were accurate.
I knew it was the end, and I remember seeing you, standing right beside me with melancholy filled in your copper - honey eyes.
I knew it was the end, because I was going to fall. I was going to fade in the depths of hell, and never come back again . I was going to abandon my transient body, letting it get buried under the soft grass.
But before that, I was going to fall for you, once again, after all this while. I was going to fall for you before falling for my life. I was going to fade for you before fading somewhere else.
Because hey, you were the one who owned my soul before anyone else.
And at last, I did fall. For the very last time. For one last time.
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Cerita Pendek// The Untold Stories. \\ " We're about the books we read, and the poems we love." - Kritika Banerjee. A collection of paragraphs, nanotales, poetry and thoughts from my journey. Highest Rank - #78 in short stories on 29/6/17 ...
