He is fighting the urge to look back at her. This rollercoaster seems to have finally come to its end. He seen the mourning in her heart. The affliction in her soul. They share the same soul. But this lifetime did not carry the karma to love as they should. His hand connects with the door handle, pulling the door to him. She jumps up from the couch saying his name. Her eyes pleading not to go. Yet and still, he steps over the threshold out of her life. Doing what needs to be done.
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Viv C
Words have always been one of my things. I love them. I love to write about any and everything. I don’t like being in one genre, I like to write what I feel and hope that others feel it too.
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The storm struck without warning. Flight 907 had been cruising smoothly over the Pacific when the lights flickered, the engines groaned, and a violent jolt threw passengers into panic. Before anyone could make sense of the chaos, the plane plunged downward, swallowed by black clouds and lightning that cracked like shattered glass.
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