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The street lights flickered in the distance as I watched the rest of the crowd disappear behind the mausoleums. It was around 9 at night now, and I don't know why I had stayed at Tyler's grave for this long. As if I was trying to bond with death, or cling to something.
I prayed this wouldn't last.
But I didn't want to move on. I didn't want to just agree with losing everything because that's all.
We have two options to deal with it.
Get angry and let it out.
Act like it's okay and hold it in.
The problem was, I needed a third option. To just let go.
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"Have a good night," the bus driver said, as I rudely turned away without acknowledging him. It was darker than before, but the street lights shone so somehow it was bright. The silence of the neighborhood was normal, but today was a sad silence.
A silence where you know that today, today is not a great day. Not today.
I found my way towards my apartment just beside the abandoned post office. My street was at a delicate looking dead end. Flowers. Colored lamp posts. Funny for a dead end. As if dead ends are really glamorous.
I don't think it is.
It's was pink when they first painted it. But recently it's a little reddish today. Like blood.
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Ice To Crash
HorrorThis is the untold story of how a fantasy became reality in a few forbidden words. And once they all realized, they were in too deep to run back, but too tired to go forward. Tyler needed help, so he helped himself. Or maybe he helped another, that...
