"Black. That's all she really loves. And her stereo."
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A few months ago.
I pick it up carefully, flipping it between my fingers. I have been searching for this for days now. Visiting this wreck of a place in a hope of finding this. This thing which is the reason of my involuntary attraction towards this place.
There's a name written on the side, Anala. I slowly brush my fingers over it and it brings back memories.
Memories.
Memories of her. Memories of us.
Together.
They are like a tsunami. Reeling me in, drowning me. I try to stay afloat but I can't. I try to remember her but I can't. They crash down on me and I desperately search for a way out but I can't.
The waves don't let me and I drown.
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Umm... thoughts? What do you think this is going to be about? I am SO excited to work on this. Like really. I seriously hope that I'll get a better response on this story bc the last one sucked tbh.
Anyway. Hope you like it :)) I'll update whenever I can. That doesn't really mean I'll update regularly but I'll try. :)
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Cassette - z.m.
Fanfiction"What is this?" I asked, breathless. "A cassette. Which will tell you the story of our life together." He replied.
