it's the end

it's the end

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Thu, Jun 20, 2024
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Fiction
Horror
It's the end and everyone is lost. River is lost. What to do when you're just a flower with a dying stem? You have no choice, but to fall, be plucked, or allow yourself to die; however, you'll die either way, so what will the last flowers on this dying stem do? TW: bl00d, g0re, d3ath, violence, child abuse, domestic violence, abuse, s3lf-harm, sewer slide implications, cuss words, and probably more Please be patient with uploading schedule, I am slow at times and I do many grammar checks. If you have any questions, then please directly message me or ask in the comments. I really appreciate feedback for improvement and overall opinions! Chapters will become longer if time and motivation allows.
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As we go through life, we meet people who leave pieces of themselves within us. They touch our hearts in ways we never expect, changing us little by little until we become someone different. Their footprints stay with us, reminding us that no matter how much we want to, we can never go back to the person we used to be. And then, there was him. We found each other at exactly the right time, as if our paths had always been meant to cross. Loving him came naturally, and in his arms, I found a place that finally felt like home. For a while, everything made sense. It felt like the universe had written our story long before we ever met. But even the most beautiful stories can fall apart. Without warning, the life we built together slowly slipped through our fingers. The dreams we held onto, the love we shared, and the future we imagined became fragile, breaking apart piece by piece until all that remained were memories. He was the one who taught me how to love. But standing here in the silence he left behind, I realized he had forgotten to teach me the hardest part...how to let him go. Some days, the weight of missing him is almost too much to bear. Still, I'd choose this pain over never having loved him at all, because every ache is proof that what we had was real. I'd trade my everything for just one more moment with him, for even a fleeting moment holds more joy than a lifetime without knowing him.

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