No, he lastly understood. He couldn't stand still. The ocean beds are hard to find when you're without anything, he reminded himself. Afterall, when he had decided to find his own body once again, he didn't know that his own people had burnt it alive.
His soul, still, will not rest in peace.
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Short Story[#1 in readbetweenthelines] [Featured in GothicLit Reading List] Some things we don't say. But those thoughts never vanish. They just go a bit deeper and shake up the inner conscience. Hi there, these are some self-composed short stories that might...
