'We must let go of the life we have planned, so as to accept the one that is waiting for us.'
The boy was standing in front of the room.
The faint, rusted door of Room 47 looked back at him distastefully.
Through the cracks in the shades of a large window beside him, he could see the room faintly.
A pang of heartache shot through him, and he winced.
It was looking like it always was, all desolate and empty.
With crisp, neatly tucked in white sheets, smoothened pillows, and lazy, swaying curtains by the back window.
How perfectly normal.
But there was something in the bare white walls and the hollow atmosphere, something that reminded him of a void.
A black oblivion that absorbs all brightness around it.
A part of him wanted to go inside and he stepped forward, before stopping abruptly when he realised what he was doing.
His hand felt the smooth metal of door handle.
He looked through the shades again, not knowing what to do, and he had half expected to see Lisa, smiling at him from inside.
Unable to resist, he pushed the door open.
But there was nobody waiting inside.
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When The Stars Fall
Short StoryOnce upon a time there was a girl and a boy. The two of them had always been immersed in their own lives, having pulled in too deep in reality, and have never known the world beneath their small city. But when tragic events strike them, they realise...
