By Tianyi Zhou
There is a girl.
You’ve forgotten her name. You just know she smiles, warm and happy, like new sun on all the shadows you hide in. She tells you she loves you, and you believe her.
… but there is a girl. She looks to you, face destroyed, words asking why. You don’t remember why. You just remember the sharp twisting of your gut as she asks you what you’ve done.
You don’t know. You don’t remember.
There is a girl.
She leaves, and you reach for her, but you do not call after her.
You can’t. You’ve forgotten her name.
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“I’ve always enjoyed writing for the power it gives to my imagination.” – the writer


beautiful
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So mysterious. 🙂
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Really thought-provoking.
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