Not quite

Not quite

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Waking up to the voice of a stranger, your situation looking bleak (which is kind of ironic), trying to navigate the danger that is unknown to you. With no strength, nor memories, you assess your situation looking for a way out! Location: Unknown Method of Arrival: Unknown Current status: Unknown Physical Status: Extremely Damaged . . . . . . Name: Unknown (Original story) (This is my first time writing a story! AND It's NOT an AOT Story... well maybe. I do not own any of the art, photos or videos used for this, unless stated otherwise)
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Her voice meandered through his ears as she sang. It was like a prayer, like the choir of hundreds of angels singing to a god he only knew when he was with her. His head rested in her lap, her soothing hands tracing tiny rivulets in the white locks of his hair, lulling him to sleep. Cherry blossoms fell around them, recalling the first day he saw her back in school, and when she smiled at him, he could swear he was floating. *** She smiles at the memory, amber eyes flooding with the ghost of her printed evocation of a white haired man kissing her cheek. A photo. A picture. A fucking portrait she wishes it won't fade under the cruel weight of time. That's all he left her.

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