I'm falling, I don't know the reasoning. Im taking everything in so slowly, I can pick out the tiniest little details in the sky; today its a slightly off blue- green color. Directly above me there are some birds flying, if which type, no idea. I can smell the city below me. It smells like burning rubber, alcohol, and dissapointment. I don't even half to look to know what it looks like. It will hopefully be over soon. I was on the roof of a building trying to just be by myself, just to think. And this is my reward?
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Graceus (w.i.p.)
Teen FictionGata is unusual, she fell off a building and didn't die. She sees a boy staring back at her through the shop window. And he starts playing a game one question for one awnser per day. this is my first work EVER. So don't expect it to be amazing I'm s...
