sky eyes. | pjm ✔️

She is nothing else but a word. Dead.

In which a pen, a drawing, a book falls, but those don't even actually mattered for her.

She wanted another life, another breath, another thousand, millions of words to write, she wanted to simply live, but she can't

She wrote, on her last hundred breaths, a note for a stranger she won't ever know.

Because she is simply dead.

And so, his heart falls.

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PJM Fanfic
A short story