SOTUS: SPECIAL

HER LAUGH

“I love her laugh.”

This was the time that this young, petite girl realized that the world that she’s exploring will open a new door for a new world. A new world that would eventually define her and a new world that could… possibly… defy her.
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“Hey P'Prepailin, can you pass me that?” Said by the other young girl with a pleasing smile on her face as she pointed at the small piece of cleaning rug behind her friends’ back.

Without saying anything, the young petite girl, whose name’s Prepailin, grabbed the rug over the table and tried to hand it to the other girl. But as she stretched her arm, her friend suddenly slipped and this made her fall from the stair that she’s using to wipe the ceiling.

This moment might be a terrifying sensation for a girl that fell from a sufficiently high place, but for Prepailin… This moment is a chance.

As this moment made Prepailin’s world turn slowly, this gave her the time to decide. It’s either she grab that chance... or just blow it away.

10 seconds before her friend touch the floor.

Prepailin thought, ‘If I touch her, would it creep her out?’

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‘But she could hurt herself.’

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‘Will I disappoint her?’

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‘Maybe, she could like me back?’

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'What if she stays away from me?’

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‘What if…’

As the time goes by, this young petite girl has been consumed by her own prophecies. A predictions that would only lead in two ways. To let her friend be wounded… or to let her own heart be wounded.

4.

She breathes in as if it was the last time that she could feel the air inside her.

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She breathes out. With all of the doubts that unendingly prevailing her.

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This made Prepailin's heart beat so fast… So fast and loud that you could perhaps hear it even when you’re on the other side of the planet.

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The moment to decide.

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She let her fall.