Perplex

Perplex

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Sometimes, a person doesn't want to be lonely, depressed or even be mad at itself. They don't want people to ignore other people, it's quite greedy and selfish. But reality is reality and they have to face it Sometimes, a person may feel broken because they felt betrayed by the society and the anxiety starts to build up and traumatized the victim But, what if not all people are bad? you'll feel like that the world is over because of corruption, discrimination, racism or inequality, or is it because of that damn parnaoia of yours that kept thinking that the world is full of shit but, there's a chance that it is not what if there are other people that really cares about you but you couldn't see it clearly because your mind is blurry, meaning you don't accept the people around you would you able to help yourself? or would you just end it yourself? meet the girl named Hanabi Yokoshi ~°~°~ (A/N: sht a japanese name... also i'm sorry in advanced for the grammatical error you'll be facing..english isn't my first language sooo)
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In the beginning, there was death. The darkness flows from hues of purple and orange, the moon rising to kiss the sun's rays one last time as the darkest cloud of night I've ever seen falls over our tiny haven. I catch Will's face from the side of my vision and my heart tightens slightly. The tick of his jaw wouldn't be noticeable for anyone but me. His best friend, his lifeline. A solemn tear forms in my eye as he wipes his face, another tear falling for the family he lost. I love him. Utterly and desperately so, but, there's nothing I can do about that. The ultimate forbidden fruit, if you will. I reach to comfort him and he doesn't respond. I open my mouth to speak and he looks my way, but the gleam in his dark brown eyes hits the moonlight just right and I fall. My voice escapes my throat and I can't do it. I've tried for years to tell him. 10 years, actually. All this time, I hopelessly remained devoted to a ghost who had given the best of himself to a fiery red-head with a sassy personality and the body of a supermodel. For 10 years, I held to the desperate thought that maybe, just maybe, he'd be someone I could count on. Instead, I watched him marry my best friend, smiled as they welcomed their son. Stood, holding that beautiful boy as his mother was in the first round of executions after the beginning of the Revelation. Helped heal Will's wounds in the aftermath. Cried, clutching the tear-stained shirt of my best friend as his son took his last staggering breath in that first harsh winter. The guilt of my emotions crawl through me. My heart twisting in regret, guilt, desperation, and grief. I loved my best friend. She was so much more than that; she was my family. In this dystopian quick read, join a group of people desperate to recapture their freedom and end a tyrant's reign.

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