It was now a week after her arrival. I hadn't made any progress to interact with her and ask for my document , and at this point I was losing the little bit of interest I had towards those results. Even the thought of you reading it and just silently mocking me as to my limited days was regularly tormenting me. I couldn't stop you from reading it and it wasn't like I was taking any initiative to ask for it. I had morals, so your envelope was neatly stored in my drawer; no signs of tampering and not a single desire to know what knowledge it kept tucked in within.
I would just stare at you from afar, our eyes not meeting even once. This girl was truly my destruction and from the moment of our encounter she had only brought trouble.
Paranoia of dying at any point was killing me and knowing that you held the cure for my grave pain, wasn't any less painful.
As someone attending classes by mere force, I wouldn't pay even the slightest bit of attention but rather be a master of falling into a deep spell with countless dreams crossing my mind. This was my way of shutting myself from the cruel world and everyone in it. Well, the teachers weren't quite pleased with my regular dozing and therefore made me do those tedious letters of apology until late in the evening.
It wasn't that dark outside and I was now embarking on my usual route to home when I saw it. Those nostalgic strands of purple, laying sprawled upon the ground with your motionless body bathed with that red liquid which made me engage in a outburst of panic.
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That Day, Even an Angel Cried
RomanceLiving a life with his day numbered, Mason patiently awaited his death. With death now being a constant part of his life, he had no reason to live. Ember came into his life and gave his a reason to go on. His life now had meaning, a purpose which sh...
