misakitsuki
At one point in time, despair fills us all and we have the choice of either giving into the darkness in our hearts of fighting it with everything we are. The human heart ultimately chooses its destination.
He was swimming in the lake in the back of the house. It was covered by trees and bushes, surrounded by rocks covered in moss. His blond hair stuck to the sides of his face. Oh, what a beauty.
It was a silver pocket watch that he had given me for my fifteenth birthday...I treasured it more than anything else in the world. However, it was holding me back. It was the only way I knew how to let go, so I watched as that watch fell down, down...ten stories down.
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