Jace was exclaiming all his sentences, but nothing happened. The voice kept on saying the same thing. "Jace, you should be out here. You are not to marry this girl. You are destined to someone else."
"You will love someone else this time," the voice shouted. I felt numb. "You can't take away my boyfriend. I won't let you" I shouted. I ran to nowhere. The lights were blinding me, but I can't let go of Jace, not this time. I shouted his name as I ran. "Ada, don't worry everything is going to be fine. Trust me," Jace voice echoed in my head. I was crying like hell. What was happening? Who owned the voice? "Whatever happens, I will still love Ada. I know that for sure," Jace shouted not to me but to the voice. "Very well then," the voice said with finality. Everything seemed to fade. I was thrown into a sort of dark alley. I felt emptiness; it's as if every inch of me was sucked by that darkness. No, I won't let go of Jace, please stop it. I held my hand with the wedding ring; the feeling of emptiness was slowly weakening me. NO.
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KurzgeschichtenWhy are we not allowed to choose what life we like? What if God let us choose what we want? Would our life more colorful?
