It must be tucked in between the ivory cushions. The silhouette of my devastated shadow covered the wall filled with photographs of the dead. My head hit my red glass floats hanging from the ceiling covered by hooks. My mind swirls in disorientation. Where could it be? Rose quartz isn't difficult to spot in a room filled with my dark items.
A scheme of a dusk creature discreetly removing that bracelet from my wooly bag. What an asshole to strip the only thing keeping me sober from me. Was I that incompetent that it was so easy to get that bracelet taken from my soul? It gave me a sense of balance. Now I felt as if my world is spinning at full speed.
The spirit kept me awake. Now I am drained of my life. I am drained by the thing holding me together. It's like if you take someones dear child from them. You feel like nothing. That's all I feel now. I'm falling into a void.
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Short StoryRunning through the cold air she does. In the process, she drops her bracelet. A man picks it up. His eyes examine the gold flakes scattered across the rose quartz stones. Engraved in the stone reads the word, Bliss. He takes the bracelet into his c...
