Love Story

25 Oct

He sat still with a knife on his wrist.

He remembered the dream life, the joyful mornings and the tempestuous nights, the sunny silences and the stormy fights, the loving kiss and the passionate bite. He remembered every moment.

And he remembered the fateful night.

A single tear dropped from his eye.

“If not together in life, we will still meet”

At the first drop of blood I slowly moved towards him.

Sad they will never meet again.


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