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Cold Case [Creepypasta OC origin]
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The pavement beneath me is almost as cold as my frozen body, the warmth having left it long ago. I no longer smell like my favorite perfume, the once sweet smell now replaced with the rancid stench of rot. I stare up at the sky, unwilling to part with the life I lost, the body I was ripped from. I've waited for days, but no afterlife came. City noises are drowned out by the dreadful silence that followed me into death.
I didn't expect it to end so seen, much less so suddenly.
I had been lying here for days, maybe weeks, but it felt like centuries to me. My soul lifts from the ground, lighter than a feather. I had let my grief weigh me down long enough, it was time to go. I wander endlessly, not a thought in my head.
The silence drives me mad, and the cold makes me shake. I know where I need to go. My plan is risky, but what more do I have to lose? I need closure, and I know a certain someone who has it.
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Ended
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