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He sat down next to me that night, beside the dying fire.
"Isn't this perfect?" He smiled. We both knew that this wasnt real. Actually only I knew it wasn't real. He wasn't the one, he was just part of my imagination, just how the fire was, and everything around me.
"Everyone knows everything about you, but yet you're still a mystery"
I rolled my eyes. My mind loved to be dramatic.
"You can throw it away" He whispered quietly. "Into the fire. No one will know you're secrets and you will die a mystery, like many others."
Or I can share it with the world i thought, then go into an endless dream...
Then, he tapped me on the shoulder and said,
"Hope, its time to wake up."
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Little Short Stories
Short StoryThis book is really just a bunch of short stories and passages i write when I feel like i need to. I appreciate feedback and i like hearing everyone's opinions :) You could say this is a way of me expressing the thoughts in my head indirectly, An...
