stellarmushi
She approached her. Her heart in her throat. Slowly, on tip toes, she approached. Only then did she realize she was chasing shadows.
The strain was too much. She felt like Atlas, holding the world upon her shoulders,only in reverse. She had to let go. So she did. The wind whistled in her ears as she fell.
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