The dying song

Ili-Akkaman91

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Parts 11
Time 3h 31m

Ili-Akkaman91

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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.All Rights Reserved

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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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