‘Short and sweet’ was the message.
I had it all figured out. Love was my compulsion and hate an obsession. Indulging in these two was my passion. Simran my willing muse. I loved her and hated the thought of her being no more.
The rotting stench wafted in the gentle breeze.
I sobbed uncontrollably. Alone.
so much told in 55 words.
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