'Life isn't about finding yourself; it is about creating yourself.'
The boy strolled through the street, his face stretched into a radiant grin.
Whistling as he went, he waved to the elderly lady passing by.
She blinked in surprise, but softened into a smile in return.
After spending an entire night of him slumped against the couch, racking his brains for a decent name for the girl on the rooftop. . . he had finally come across one that wasn't so bad.
And as for the girl. . . he wondered what she would think of his name for her.
He rounded the bend, his hands shoved into his pockets as he walked past the front entrance of the hospital.
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The girl stood by the edge of the rooftop, chewing on a small strand of hair.
She knew it was childish, but it had grown into such a habit that it was impossible to resist, especially at times when she was nervous.
What if the boy didn't show up?
Her thoughts enveloped her as she leaned over the railings, letting the breeze ruffle her hair.
Well, it was pretty stupid, really.
She sighed, closing her eyes.
For her to demand such a thing from a stranger, even going as far as accepting a life-long pact right on the spot. . . what was she thinking?
Her eyebrows furrowed, and her lips folded together tightly.
It doesn't matter now.
He wasn't going to show up anyways.
Right then, the door swung open and he stalked out, breathless.
His eyes met hers, and he grinned.
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When The Stars Fall
Короткий рассказOnce 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...
