The Crying Game

The Crying Game

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Pinterest prompt on the saddest conversation you could think of between a boy and a girl who have never met before. This is what I've done. It could be better but oh well.
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One night , Arisha and I were sitting near the oak tree outside . Everything was clear in the light of the night. I said, " Just like this, I want to bring light for you. I want to become the light for you . " She said , " I want you to become my darkness . " I looked at her in surprise , then she said , " I want you to become my darkness , not my light . In the light , we all wear masks . The mask of happiness , the mask of being brave , but the darkness knows everything . Our tears , pain , our weakness , our fear , everything . That's why I want you to become my darkness . " I said smiling , " You know you talk very strange things . " Giving me a slight push with her shoulder , Arisha said , " That's why you like me , right ? " I started looking the other way laughing . I said , " I shouldn't have told you . " Arisha rested her head on my shoulder .

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