Fantasy
Number 56. Content Warning.
I stare at the anger in her eyes. As she tightens the grip of my hand, I stare down at my fate below me, the smooth, rocky surface stares back in silence. "Let me go," I say in a tired tone. I close my eyes and force my mind to fully flashback my life before hitting the floor. The smoke surrounds us, the bad decisions of mine heating my skin. Maybe if I werent so intimidated by my mirror, this wouldn't have escalated the way it did. I do die eventually, but not from this. But in order for you to find out how I need to tell you how it all started.
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