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Phantasmagoria

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Time 1h 4m

I am not sure if I am the only one, but given my situation, I probably am.  I am not sure if you felt the same way as I did. Hell, I am not even sure if any of you is real. If you are, please stay. I will tell you my story. And if, in any way possible, you may perhaps find her, tell her I was real.

Her name was Keru. Her mother had named her Cherubim, an angel. And an angel she was. She had teal-coloured hair, cut short just above her nape so that she really looked like a cherub. Her eyes were ocean blue and her skin was pale like white coffee. She was tall, but only a few centimetres above my shoulders. Her lips were soft and pink, and was always, always arced upwards. I could not possibly describe her in any other way. It was exactly how I remembered her.All Rights Reserved

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************************************** Going to the university you have dreamed of is always feels like a dream come true. Right? But what happens when it turns out to be your most terrible nightmare? . . . . . "Mamma" I cried for her. I kept shaking her but it's no use. I am only able to look at her lifeless body... ... ... Until they kill me or worse they make my fate same as her... ... But I can't let that happen ... I have to reveal the truth .... The truth which is hidden for many years... ... -------------------------------- Not only her but we also need to reveal the truth. What is the truth? Why someone's dream is becoming her nightmare? We have to find out about everything. -------------------------------- " I want to try something because in reality I don't think I have the guts to do it. Will you let me do it?" She tells me quietly and looks at me from under her lashes. A small pout on her pink lips. She is looking like a vision in the rain. Her damp hair is pulled on top of her head. Large eyes looking at me with so much innocence that it's impossible to look away from them. Her cheeks are flushed. Her pink lips are still holding the Pout. She is a vision. Perfectly made for only my eyes. Mine only. "You can do anything you want as long as it's not something which is going to hurt you." She stepped closer to me. She stood on her tiptoes to reach my height. Our noses are practically touching. "Are you gonna hurt me?" she whispered against my chin. "Never" "Good" Then suddenly her lips are on mine. --------------------------------