Tragic-ending Stories

Titles - 4:48/ Four forty-eight/ 凌晨四點四十八 Author - Qin Mobei/ 秦墨北 Total chapters - Completed, 8chapters ⚠⚠ This is the Burmese/ Myanmar translation of a Chinese Web-Novel with same name . This Story doesn't belong to me .I just Translate it into my mother-language so that I could share this beautiful work with my friends. Not for money or any credits.So, if you are the author or publisher and you don't like me for translating this, then you can say it to me directly at message and I'll delete it. All credits goes to original authors and publishers. ⚠⚠ ⚠⚠Cover pic is from Pinterest so I gave credit for that too. ⚠⚠This is a psychological SE short novel with TRAGIC ENDING which will absolutely make your tears shed like waterfalls . So, read at your own risk & don't say I didn't warn ya :3 ⚠Both Unicode And Zawgyi Font Available

'After so many years of being in pain and despair, I've numb to it. However, it was so unbearable I can't explain it any other way. It just hurt, yet I walk on.' -Mud In the small, abandoned town of Whitnom, a tale lurks. Full of creatures that no one knew existed, everyone is driven by either hatred, sadness, or numbness, no matter what form of pain it may be. However, there is one who wants to live again. She doesn't kill, steal, curse, nor lie. She just waits for the day when she can go home. To home, wherever it may be.

"Hey. I saw you at the field. Nice goal." -two kids at a cafeteria table, laughing over nothing, never knowing they were setting the stage for everything. Through war and fire, through winnings that feel like lossing and sacrifices that taste like betrayal, they fight. Not just the world, but each other. Because friendship wounds just as deeply as love. Because giving until there's nothing left hurts just as much as losing it all. Because trusting too much-leaning too hard-can break a man more than standing alone ever could. But still, they stand. Even when their hearts splinter under the weight of loyalty. Even when anger and grief turn them into something unrecognizable. Even when history turns into fire and the world tells them to let go. "Don't blame me, baby. Love makes me crazy." An empire fell. And when the final choice comes-when the world asks for their surrender-they give their answer the only way they know how. "Hey." "Hey yourself." " I say we burn it all down. You?" "I say we go for it."