Somewhere along the reedy line that was between reality and fantasy, my subconscious scolded myself. I knew I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for my fair share of utter selfishness. But as I dug deeper and deeper to fully see the precise reason while I desperately pant for my life, the more my mind swirled with uncertainties and the prominent reminder of my impending death. I was appalled of the results my decisions has come to. But no matter how gravely I classify my outcomes were, I couldn’t bring myself to regret every one of it.
My pillager of hope promenaded towards me, taking pleasure of her every icy-sharp step. I took a deep, leisured breath—the last I was probably going to ever have. I wasn’t afraid of her. But it would have surely paid if I wasn’t so much as challenging her… daring her to get on with it and showing her no sign of fear. She smelled courage—and that was probably what all I have left.
“You’re just collateral damage, honey.”
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Just Another Love Story
Teen FictionPlain Aleea Justine Fox's goal in life was to be invisible, and she has been pretty good at it. But everything changed when she moved in to her mother. She was the so-called New girl in Town. Her arrival was expected by many. No, not by many but by...
