the world has ended since a long time, not because of a deafening explosion but because of the sound of a slowly cooling sigh
"Are you okay.. heii?" said 'Vermila', a girl swinging her legs against physics on the balcony, one of the girls who will become a sword shard
I just stood there, slicing the apple and letting the skin touch the dusty wooden floor.
There, under the gray clouds, the roar of the 'visitors' was heard, not roaring because of hunger but making humans remember the meaning of their small existence.
This afternoon the aroma of wood powder mixed with old leaf tea, unfortunately I ended up spending my time with this girl.
"I want to go to the waterfall sometimes, hey do you want to come?"
a question that touched my heart, With a trembling heart I said "okay then I will choose the best waterfall in this city, If possible, I will look for one that has a hot spring."
"yeey, you promised"
, there is no free time for those whose souls have been sold to the sacred ancient pot, they are weapons, weapons must be sharp, weapons do not need a holiday, sharp to destroy.
"Yes, I promise," even though he and I know I was lying and i will break that promise, but sometimes in this broken world lie much better than a cold honesty
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