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That OF WHICH I Entrust to THE SUN| POP SMOKE
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  • Reads 517
  • Votes 58
  • Parts 9
  • Time 43m
Ongoing, First published May 13, 2021
Nostalgia: a sentimental longing or wistful affection for the past, typically for a period or place with happy personal associations. 

I love when it rains. The sky is relieved and stains the dry concrete pavement, that of which will soon become drenched. It made a deal with time- relaxation looming the increments.  As the sky continues to darken, the ice from my cold heart melts into the drops of water that fall from my eyes. They blended into the rain, and soaked my emotions with NOSTALGIA.

Valencia(Bah- lensee- uh) is a quiet girl, but is followed by resounding thoughts and a miserable past. When she interacts with people, they often mistaken her for being apathetic. However, they are completely ignorant of the colors that painted her dark picture. Her home life turned from good to bad in the blink of an eye. She struggles to endure the issues that yielded from her sudden change of circumstances. Soon, though, she musters up the strength to carry out an action that she feels will guarantee her a stress-free life. But will her insecurities get the best of her? Will she make it out alive? 

Follow her journey.
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(Highest rank- #80 in general fiction) I look down from the window. "This is gonna be enough", I think to myself as I grab the sides of the window and attempt to climb it. I sit on the window sill with my legs facing outside, everything looked so tiny from up here, the cars, the buses, the stray dogs.. Even the humans.. I stand on top of the sill and take a moment to myself. My life wasn't supposed to end here! I wasn't supposed to fall in love, or get distracted! I feel like crying and a tear escapes my eyes, I look to the ground and take a deep breath. "It's time to let go", I think to myself. My cold fingers slowly let go of the edge and I close my eyes. I feel myself being pulled. My breathing hardens, and I fall, maybe to my death.. "I'm sorry, Sid", I say before I close my eyes, maybe forever..