CharlieAttahua
The sharp intake of breath transformed into salvation. He had a chance to survive. He could breathe! He just had to forget the pain pressuring its body, holding him down and quiet. His body should not feel like plumes. It should not feel floating upwards. Oh no. That was it. Maybe it had been too late.
Light.
Noise... cheers.
Or... maybe it was the rescue team. Maybe they were finally releasing his body from the mass of fallen rocks that captured him.
The geometric lines of this case were too simple for the detective. His thoughts constantly went back to the small details of Mr. Man cufflinks. Something wasn't right.
The alarm went off all around town 5 minutes ago. She knew what this meant. She was leaving, and there was no coming back. Relief. This was finally goodbye. A dramatic end to her dramatic life. This was perfect. The final sign, the final push. She would be able to live like she had never done before.
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