Whispers Of Hearts ( Completed )

He: If Loving is an art, I want you to be my Picasso Myra. Myra: No, you don't meant it. Tell me everything is a lie. You cannot love me. How can you say this to me when you love someone else ? He: How do I prove it you Myra ? Myra: Please don't this to me. Stop playing this love game. I tired of it. He held her hand...

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I opened my eyes and my head throbbed in pain, and all I remember was getting hit by a metal rod in the head on my way back home. I heard a woman's screaming and turned my head in that direction all I could see were two shadows from behind the sliding paper door. Her voice...it seems familiar, it's like I've heard her...