Everything faded when she died. Nothing is the same anymore.
Drip-drop. Fading tears, soon to be forgotten. Drip-Drop. Forgotten love, soon to reappear. Drip-Drop. Icicles of the past, soon to disappear. When will the fading tears come back? Will they ever? Drip-Drop. When the gong strikes 10, everyone forgets.
Icicles Of The Past… They can never be trusted… Because every time you try to remember, Another drop of memory fades in front of your eyes.
Nobody can remember her smiling face, cutting the cake with glee. Nobody can remember nothing exactly the same.
Tomorrow will be the last day I ever see. I’ll close my eyes and the memories will encase me. I’ll go and join her, and sadly she will…
When the gong strikes 11, everyone forgets.
Dreams are the only escape; from the sad world… Where people’s loved ones just leave. Forever. The blue green eyes of hers will never open.
Drip-Drop. Fading tears, soon to be remembered. Drip-Drop. Forgotten love, soon to reappear. Drip-Drop. Icicles of the past, soon to come back. When the gong strikes 12, everyone
remembers.
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Icicles Of the Past (Really Short Story)
Teen FictionThis is a true story of somebody I lost. She's not dead, but... it's like she's gone.
