The girl kept weeping.
The lies kept seeping.
She cried.
As her inspiration slowly died.
To love is one thing. To lose is to cut away a fraction of yourself and throw it into the deep depths of loss.
And lose she did.
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
CINTA | ✓
Short StoryI should've treasured love while I had it. ▬▬▬ Cover Art: Me ▬▬▬ Cinta is Love in Malay
