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"Skye, please," Jaxon's voice was desperate, but I couldn't bear to look at him after what I'd learned. "Listen to me first, baby." "Skye, please. My situation is difficult. Just give me a chance to explain. I have too much on my plate." I shook my head. "No, I don't need to hear your lies....
Is love the meaning of life ? Is love the reason to die ? Life, love, death, simple conversation topics two strange people are wondering about around a coffee.
"In the distant horizon, distant lights twinkle like mysterious stars, carrying enigmatic messages." Amidst a spectrum of colors, we find ourselves, balancing on the thin line between life and death. Are our emotions mere performers on life's stage, or do they convey something profound? ...
A grieving man turns to recreational substances to cope with the loss of his love. On the day their wedding is supposed to take place, the man spirals into desperation to see his fiancé one last time. Submission for YOASOBI x Honeyfeed Writing Contest
See, that’s the curse she placed on me all those years ago. I see it in the hundreds of grotesque butterflies lining the veins along her wrists. But butterflies aren’t pink in nature—it’s ink, and paint, and blood that coats her lips and spills into the shadows. “She looks a lot like someone...
Every night, Sayuri walks across the same bridge. Every night, I talk her down. But this time is different; tonight Sayuri will kiss the water.
On the one hand we have a lonely boy tired of his usual routine, on the other Mai Yukimura, a former idol accused of a scandal that never really saw her as a protagonist. The boy and the girl meet, for the first time, through the balconies of their apartments and a spark seems to immediately fly...
I stood at the edge of life. Misery and fear filled my heart. One step to end it all. It was then I met a girl the same as me, but we could not hear each other. I wanted to talk. Therefore, I made a paper plane to carry and deliver my voice, and hers.
For eternity, life hath danced with death, with evolution edging their steps, only for herself to forsake courting and latch to his embrace. It is nothing but madness — or immaturity.