SCRIBBLES: A SHORT STORY

SCRIBBLES: A SHORT STORY

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She had a scattered mind. Post-its and agendas wouldn't work for her; she'd forget where she'd stuck them or she'd forget to look at the agenda. Unintelligible scribble here, "Vey Blvd. 3:30pm" written on the back of her hand. Her skin was her most reliable notepad. He, an artist. Doodle here and doodle there. He treated his skin as if it was a canvas. Constellations, skeleton hands, he'd drawn it all. Both of them, living in a world where everything you write on your skin also shows in your soul mate's. [YET TO BE WRITTEN]
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Two people in love, falling in a storm, one coming out forgetting everything about the person she loved, While the other remembers that once there was love between him and her, keeping those memories and love locked away in his heart And keep remembering the love of them on her behalf, Not allowed to again chase her or fall in love again because of the contract he made, her life or her love for him, was the choice he was given, choosing her happiness over his, he thinks the matter ended there, but he didn't know her love for him was strong enough that it will only be him even if they lived countless lives. Read to find out, what this is and what will happen later.

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