So as I stated earlier, my fairytale begins the way all fairytales do....
Once upon a time, there lived a happy soul. His life was going all jolly and fine, until he found out that he suffered from Brain Tumour.
0.1% survived without surgeries.
5% survived the surgery.
94.9% died.
Everyone said there was hope.
He knew there wasn't.
Not even a single ounce.
He had given up all the hopes he had. Hopes of having a happy life hereafter. Hopes of loving someone more than he loved himself. Hopes of finding someone who could bear his beautiful kids with utmost patience, love and care.
Hopes of finding the love of his life.
None left.
He had given up all.
But then, she came...
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MIDNIGHT- A Final Countdown
Short Story"Dong! At the final strike of the clock! He found everything he had ever been looking for, and lost everything the very same moment!" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ We all know the tale of Cinderella! The same Cinderella, who left the ball at midnight. 00:00. L...
