The Last Rose Pedal
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When it felt like the world was coming to an end, the human population evacuated to another planet for survival. For Laylah, secrets were no longer secrets. She found out the truth. "...people have two sides to them and one they don't reveal to you"
This is my first short story I finally finished, after months of procrastination and failure, I finally pushed myself to finish one. It is not the best, but I hope you like it. Please leave feedback
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