The Guardian
  • مقروء 118
  • صوت 28
  • أجزاء 4
  • الوقت 1h 9m
  • مقروء 118
  • صوت 28
  • أجزاء 4
  • الوقت 1h 9m
مستمرة، تم نشرها في فبر ٠٦, ٢٠٢١
A teenage boy has had a crush on the same girl for over two years. He finally gets her through circumstance, but things quickly spiral out of control when he gets news of her death. He eventually commits suicide... though she wasn't actually dead.



this is an afterlife experience.
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