A Tale Of My Night & Day
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A story created through the minds of @XxMissJudgedxX & LittleBird42.
"Let's assume for a tiny second we aren't what we are, and can feel whatever we want," she wandered out, desperately trying to keep him breathing."Imagine, the house you told me you would've wanted."
He let out a weak chuckle that gave her unbelievable chills of joy, "but we are what we are, and we can't have the one thing we wanted so what's the use in imagining the unbelievable?" His chuckled didn't die down as he began to talk again, "Julia I think I lo-"
Never had I heard the end of that sentence
And just like that the life had been sucked out of the immortal body and pushed away to another form of life.
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