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Hello. Hello. Hello.
Her voice echoed.
She couldn’t decide what made her happier; her own voice or having someone talk to her.
Holding his last letter in her hand, she stared at the infinite space.
Her life wasn’t over yet. Crumbling the paper and flinging it away she screamed unbridled to remind herself.
I’M ALIVE!
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I didn’t get this one ????
Um…the guy left her…she was lonely so she came to the echo point. But she had to move on…
I thought I conveyed it 🙁
Oh! In my mind, she was in her house, and “his last letter” made me think he died! :-/
Ohhh!
Beautifully written!
Thanks Sudershana. ☺
That was lifting. Gives on high hopes???? well done
Thank you so much eddaz. ????
You are welcome!
good. now, let her move on with her life…cheers to her
Moving on with life would be the right thing to do. Isn’t it? ☺ Cheers to her!
very much right!! cheers
Good she left him behind!
Yes. Life is too important to lose out for anyone.
Good morning..morning..morning..morning..ing..ing…
This echo travels in real time…so… Good evening….evening…evening!! 🙂
Lol
Lol 😂😂
Life is not to be wasted away on a person who has left you. Nice short tale Varsh. 🙂
How true Dashy. Thank you! ????
Where have you been? Missed you on my blog.