ðð°ðŽðµ ððªðµð©ð°ð¶ðµ ð ð°ð¶
"My entire existence revolved around loving her. I was brought into this world, bound to her. Everyday, I was meant to make her smile; I wanted to see her laugh. My arms were supposed to be open every time she wanted to be embraced.
But now, she wanted me dead."
ðð¡ð¢ð¬ ð¬ððšð«ð² ð¢ð¬ ð¬ð®ð¢ðððð¥ð ððšð« ðð+ ðð'ð¬ ðŠðšð«ð ðšð ð ððð§ððð¬ð²/ðð¢ððð¢ðšð§ðð¥ ð«ðšðŠðð§ðð ð¬ððšð«ð². ð ðð²ð©ð¢ððð¥ ð¥ðšð¯ð ðð«ð¢ðð§ð ð¥ð ðŠðšð«ð ðð¡ðð§ ðð§ð²ðð¡ð¢ð§ð ðð¥ð¬ð :)
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#1 dualnarrative
#2 regretful
#2 wishes
#3 twostories
ð ð®ð¹ððŒ ð°ðµð®ð»ðŽð²ð± ðºð ððð²ð¿ð»ð®ðºð² ð®ð³ðð²ð¿ ð ðð¿ðŒðð² ððµð¶ð ðððŒð¿ð! ðŠðŒ ððµð² ð»ð®ðºð² ðŒð» ððµð² ð°ðŒðð²ð¿ ð¶ð ððð¶ð¹ð¹ ðºð², ð®ðµð®.