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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Fri, Apr 18, 2025
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Mystery
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TONY'S POV My name is Tony and I am a ordinary guy,who is in his mid twenties and devilishly handsome. And also runs a photography studio with my best friend Hei down town Arsla City. You know what scratch that,I am not normal and neither is Hei. I only found out of my powers after I met Hei and our powers together causes a rift in time. With just a clap of our hands and of course a photo I can go back in time. But what if I want to change the painful past to make a happy ending for those who have had regrets. We only helped a few people with our power and kept a low profile with our photography studio. But Hei always warns me not to change anything, I wonder why. What's wrong if I try to change it and make it a different outcome. Sadly that's one thing Hei refuses to tell me yet,he says am not ready.
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"Please don't do this." I begged, as tears streamed down my face, making my mascara run. My eyes traveled from his face, that handsome boyish face, down to the floor. Down to the dead bodies. "Oh God," I choked, my life flashing before my eyes, as I felt his fingers slip from my shoulders down to the knife. He put it to my throat gently, so that he didn't cut it. Yet. "I'm sorry." He muttered. "Please...." I begged. "Please." His lips pressed against mine, and I shuddered against him. Dear God, Please don't let this happen. This is the story of how I met him. The story of how he stole my heart, just as carelessly as he stole peoples lives away from them. Maybe. Maybe not. When I think about it, I still smile. Even though I know the sad and terrible ending, I can't help but smile. He was my best friend. He was so loving. So caring. He taught me everything. But, he also destroyed everything. He was just like that. He was just the mass murder that loved me, and that's how I'll always remember him. I dare say, that's how I'll always cherish him.

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