The Mirror Part 4

Anna stares into the mirror, sadly. She thought that all her questions would be answered, but she was wrong. This is going to be a lot harder than she imagined.

As hours pass by, Anna remains awake, unable to fall asleep. She thinks about what the reflection in the mirror said. “In time, Anna.” keeps repeating in Anna’s head. “In time?” What does that even mean and how long would Anna have to wait? And how bad could it really be?

It seems like the mirror doesn’t want to tell Anna everything right away. Maybe she’s trying to protect Anna, but why would her own reflection do that.

Anna gazes over at the big glass window. She looks out and admires large clouds forming in the sky. Anna smiles quickly before dropping her eyes from the window. She glances into the mirror in sorrow. Anna lays her head down, waiting for the sun to come up.

A couple hours later, Anna is asleep, and the sun is shining. Suddenly she hears a noise that wakes her up. “Hello?” Anna calls out loudly, hoping, this time, someone would answer her. “Hello?” Anna calls out again. No one answers. Anna sighs.

“I know someone is up there. Why won’t they answer me?” Anna asks annoyed.

Anna wishes that someone would finally answer her, instead of avoiding her. She hates being lonely and talking to a mirror, isn’t exactly good company.

“They’re waiting for the right time.” The voice replies.

The right time? The right time for what? Anna thinks in her head. Anna squints, trying to figure out what the voice in the mirror is talking about.

“The right time?” When is the right time?” Anna asks.

“I see we’re playing twenty questions again.” The voice answers avoiding the issue. This ignoring the question thing is beginning to annoy Anna intensely.

“I’m just trying to get my memory back. I can’t do that if you don’t answer my questions.” Anna responds upset.

“That’s somewhat true.” The voice says.

“What do you mean somewhat true?” Anna asks, hoping to get a straight answer. Anna wishes the mirror would stop playing games and get to the point.

“There are other ways Anna,” The voice suggests.

“Like what?” Anna asks.

“Have you tried closing your eyes and focusing? It may help.” The voice implies.

“Yeah. I’ve tried. It doesn’t work. (Pauses). I’m beginning to think you don’t want to tell me.” Anna says rudely, staring into the mirror. Anna may be right. It still seems as if the mirror is hiding something.

“I’m not hiding anything Anna. I just want you to realize what you’re getting yourself into.” The voice replies.

“I know what I’m getting into.” Anna answers.

Anna knows what she wants and what she’s prepared for, so she thinks. All she wants to know is what’s going on inside the castle and how she can escape out of this dark basement. It won’t be easy, but trying is better than doing nothing.

“That’s just it. You have no idea.” The voice says.

“You’re trying to save me?” Anna stares into the mirror curiously.

Why would the mirror be trying to save Anna? What could the mirror possibly have to gain? It seems like more secrets keep popping up that may go deeper than Anna thought.

“I’m in between Anna.” The voice replies back.

In between? How can you be in between saving someone and not saving someone? Everything is so much more complicated.

“Tell me. When will be the right time?” Anna asks.

“When you’re ready.” The voice explains.

“How do I know when I’m ready?” Anna asks.

“You’ll know.” The voice replies.

“I am ready now!” Anna shouts. She becomes angry.

What does the mirror keep hiding from Anna? And why isn’t she giving her straight answers? These are all questions that remain with Anna. Hopefully, she will find out the truth soon and be able to escape.


The Mirror Part 3


“Who am I?” Anna asks excitedly. Anna thinks that this is all a dream, but maybe she’s wrong. What if this is the beginning of a great journey about finding out who she really is.

“Your name is Anna, and you’re an angel or used to be. That’s why the angel wings keep appearing, even though they’re not there.” The voice in the mirror explains.

Angel. How is that possible? There’s no way Anna can be an angel. And how can a mirror possibly know that? Anna stares into the mirror at her reflection speechless, thinking about how all of this could be true.

“You expect me to believe I’m an angel,” Anna answers. The reflection in the mirror becomes annoyed.

“It’s the truth whether you like it or not.” The voice replies back.

“Fine. So I’m an angel. Where am I?” Anna asks. She swallows, realizing what she’s about to find out. Anna thinks that maybe somewhere out there is a family that’s looking for her. Anna always wanted a sister to share thoughts with and someone to count on.

“Not sure. This place doesn’t ring a bell, but, I can tell you that you’re trapped in this castle from someone who knows about angels or who is one,” The reflection in the mirror explains.

Anna’s head almost explodes as she hears the word trapped. And the fact that this castle could be crawling around with angels freaks Anna out a bit, mainly since they could be evil angels. She never enjoyed the thought of being shut out from the world and being in a strange place surrounded by creatures that aren’t from the normal world.

“I’m surrounded by angels? Good or bad?” Anna asks not entirely happy.
Anna would rather be in a place that’s warmer, far away from this castle. Where she can lay out and close her eyes, forgetting about reality.

“Not quite sure.” The voice replies.

“Do you know anything?” Anna asks annoyed. Anna hugs her knees and gazes at the window for a moment.

“Look, whatever we did, were paying for. Just relax Anna and enjoy the ride.” The voice says before disappearing. Anna quickly turns her head facing the mirror.

“What we did?” She asks in disgust. “I’m talking to a mirror. Unbelievable.”
Anna can’t believe she’s talking to a mirror, let alone obtain information from it. How does she know that everything the reflection in the mirror is saying is true?

I guess for Anna, she has to learn who to trust and right now, the only one she can believe, is the mirror.

“I’m not just a reflection in the mirror Anna. I’m you. The reflection you see is what you want to see.” The voice explains reappearing.

“What I want to see? You mean I want to be an angel?” Anna asks her reflection.

Anna can’t seem to think why anyone would want to be an angel. Someone would have to be crazy to want to be an angel. They might be one of the most beautiful creatures, but it doesn’t seem like anything anyone would choose to do.
“I don’t know what you want. Maybe it’s your way of bringing back the memories you lost. I’m not a crystal ball you know.” The voice answers back rudely.

“Gee, you’re a little sassy, don’t you think?” Anna asks, fed up with the whole angel thing. All Anna wants is a straight answer, but the mirror won’t give her an answer.

“You forget I’m you.” The voice says.

Anna doesn’t know what to believe. She wants to think that once, someone told her she could only believe and trust herself. Anna wishes she knew what her family was like or if she had one. If only Anna’s memories would come back.

“You’re a hallucination,” Anna replies. The voice becomes upset and angry.
“If that’s what you want to think. You think you have everything figured out Anna.” The voice answers back.

Anna feels sorry for what she said to the mirror, even if it is her own reflection. She wants to know more about what’s going on, especially if she’s missing pieces. The most curious part that Anna questions, is her wings and how she became an Angel, but it won’t be that easy.

“What am I missing? What happened to my wings?” Anna asks notably.

“In time, Anna. For now, be careful. Once you figure it out, you’re going to wish you hadn’t.” The voice suggests. “Now, get some sleep, you look tired. And, I could use a nap as well.” The voice says in a creepy tone. The voice disappears along with the wings. Anna takes a glance around the room as it darkens, and is once again, alone.


The Mirror Part 2

Anna realizes that in fact, all of this is real. She lays her head down on the floor and takes a nap. Anna shivers as she tries to get some sleep, but has trouble. She opens her eyes and looks out the glass window at the sky. For a minute, Anna forgets where she is. She gazes back into the mirror at herself and wishes she could be somewhere else.

Forthwith, Anna hears a voice, almost as if it is near. Anna takes a peek in the mirror and realizes the angel wings appearing on her back. She stares closely at the wings. She quickly turns her head to see if the angel wings are there but are not. Anna turns back around to face the mirror. The angel wings are still there. Anna, with confusion on her face, places her hands on the mirror. “What’s going on? Where am I?” Anna asks herself. “Please. Someone tell me what’s going on. I have no memory.” Anna tilts her head to the floor, sad and disappointed.

“Like you don’t know.” A voice loudly says. Anna quickly looks up, and glances around the room frightened. “In the mirror.” The voice declares. Anna stares into the mirror at her reflection as the angel wings appear. “It’s all in my head. The voice isn’t real.” Anna tells herself, trying to calm down. She takes a deep breath and closes her eyes, dreaming of palm trees and the sound of waves hitting the sand. Anna opens her eyes feeling relieved. “You’re not going to get rid of me that easily.” The voice adds.

Anna gapes into the mirror, frozen, unable to look away. “Who are you?” Anna asks curiously, keeping her eyes focused on the mirror.

“I’m you.” The voice in the mirror replies. Anna gazes into the mirror, deciding whether she should be scared or feel at ease.

“I don’t understand,” Anna responds afraid.
“You really don’t know?” The voice asks. Anna shakes her head no. She wishes she knew what the voice was talking about, but unfortunately, her memories are still gone.

“I lost my memories,” Anna answers sadly. The voice in the mirror is hesitant before responding.

“That’s a shame. (Pauses) I can help you recover them if you’d like.” The voice suggests.

“You can?” Anna asks with a smile on her face.

“Of course. You wanna find out who you are, right?” The voice asks. Anna shakes her head yes. “Let’s begin.” The voice happily says.


The Mirror Part 1

“Help! Please! Can anyone hear me?” A beautiful girl named Anna shouts. She frantically gazes around the dark room that surrounds her. Anna glances around and realizes the place doesn’t look familiar.

She notices the floor beneath her, is cold and musty. The room is castle-like with cobwebs. Anna also notices that her memory is gone, completely wiped out. She has no idea who she is and what happened to her.

Anna has long, dark brown hair and brown eyes. She is tall and pale. Anna is seventeen years old. She flashes her eyes down at her feet and recognizes that she is barefoot. Anna acts confused as she wonders where her shoes went

Anna picks her head up and stares at the large mirror in front of her. She smiles brightly as she admires herself and the beautiful white dress she has on. If only Anna could remember where she bought it or if someone gave it to her. Anna sighs as she looks into the mirror with exquisite designs all around the glass. She wonders where the sizeable brown mirror came from and why it is in the basement of the castle-like building.

Anna closes her eyes as she focuses on bringing her memories back, but no such luck. She opens her eyes, frustrated and tries again. Anna tries for the third time, but comes up empty and gives up.

All of a sudden, Anna hears a voice. She uncontrollably looks around the room scared. Anna brushes it off and assumes it’s nothing. Suddenly, the sound becomes louder, and Anna panics. “Hello? Is anyone there?” Anna asks frightened. No answer.

Anna begins to worry. She has no idea where she is and how she got here, wherever here is. Anna glances around the room and notices a stairway, leading to a door. She slowly stands on her bare feet and walks up the stairs. She rests her head against the door to see if she can hear voices. The room on the other side of the door is silent. The voices must have been in Anna’s head.

Abruptly, Anna hears a voice again. She shuts her eyes quickly and figures it is all in her head. She opens her eyes, and the voice is gone. “I’m going crazy,” Anna tells herself, marching down the stairs. Anna sits in front of the mirror and takes a deep breath.

Anna stares into the mirror and notices something strange. She concentrates intensely on the mirror as she starts to see angel wings appear on her back. She marvels at the giant angel wings that appear in the mirror. Anna glances at her back to see the angel wings for herself but are not there. Anna acts confused but calm. She slowly turns back around and notices that the wings disappeared. Anna thinks nothing of it and shakes her head, hoping that this is all a dream.

PS. Another short story I wrote.


Part 1 The Girl With Purple…Well… Everything Kia


Chapter 1/Part 1 Kia

Why does everyone keep staring at me? Oh, right, I’m the freak with purple hair, lips, and eyes. I should just get over it. I’m used to it by now, except, most people give me glares or weird looks when they see me, but the girl across from me, she’s different.

She stares at me like I’m the most beautiful thing she has seen in awhile, which doesn’t bother me, but it’s odd. She’s so distracted by me that she forgets about the book that’s in front of her.

I know this may seem strange, but I feel almost normal. I feel like I can fit in with the others, without worrying about people staring at me and calling me names. I guess I can try to block all that out if I had a friend like her. I wonder what it would be like talking to her.

It surprises me that she’s eating alone. How could that possibly be? She’s gorgeous, way prettier than the other girls. I guess we are like the same, beautiful, but in different ways.

She’s still glancing at me, not caring that she may look like a stalker, but I don’t mind. I should give her a smile, let her know it’s okay and that I don’t care if she stares. It’ll make me seem friendly. I don’t want to scare her.

I giver her a little smile and wait to see how she reacts. I hope I didn’t frighten her. Nope, I didn’t. She smiles back. I don’t feel so alone anymore. I think I found someone that I can be friends with and be myself around. A friend that sounds great. I haven’t had one in awhile.

My apologies, I haven’t introduced myself yet. I’m Kia, and as you can see, I’m an outsider. I have purple hair, lips, and eyes, that’s it, I promise. I straighten my hair because I’m not a fan of how my hair looks curly. I wear black because that goes best with purple. I’m paler than most people, heck I’m probably the whitest person you’ve ever met.

I don’t make friends easily because I’m beautiful, or should I say too beauteous. Since I’m the most beautiful person in my family and where I’m from, they’ve been jealous of me and hated me, which is why I left or rather they told me to leave.

You see, my sister, she isn’t as beautiful. I told her she was, but she didn’t believe me. My parents didn’t think she was attractive enough either. I planned on leaving, but my parents beat me to it and told me I didn’t belong with them anymore.

Therefore, as you can see, I don’t have anyone anymore. I guess I never did, but hopefully, things will change. They have to change, and this girl is the key.

I just hope I can stay long enough this time to become her friend. I’ve been running for so long; I don’t even remember where I started. After I had left, I realized my father hired people to come hunt me down and kill me.

I know what your thinking. My dad is crazy and yes that’s true. He wanted to make sure I wasn’t coming back. I was to leave my sister alone, and she would be considered the beautiful one. I was fifteen when I left. I’m nineteen now, and yes I can get away with being eighteen and a senior. That’s the thing about beauty.

You’re probably wondering why I have purple hair, eyes, and lips in the first place. Well, I was born like this, hard to believe I know, but it’s true. My sister, on the other hand, was born with blonde hair and her lips matched her hair. Her eyes were almost light blonde, but you could never really tell what color they were, which is why she wasn’t considered beautiful. My parents called her ordinary, and where I’m from, that’s not necessarily a good thing.

Everyone, where I’m from, has different colored hair, lips, and eyes. They were born with it too. Some may have colored hair, but not lips, and that’s perfectly fine, but my sister was different. She felt like the outsider, but really, she has no idea what I feel. She only cares about herself. I call her my sister so much, I almost forget to use her real name, Celest.

I’m going to stop talking about my sister and myself now. I need to figure out how to approach this girl, without putting her in danger. I’m sure by now; the people hired to kill me have already found me, which is why I need to watch my back. I don’t know if I can trust and rely on anyone, except for her.

I gaze at the girl across from me again. She closes her book and stands up from the table. She throws the rest of her apple in the trash can. Lunch must be over. What do I do? Do I follow her? If I don’t walk somewhere, I’ll be the only one left in the cafeteria. At least everyone stopped staring at me for awhile.

I wait til most of the students are out of the cafeteria and follow the girl through the hall. I try not to lose sight of her as people bump into me with their books, and of course, they don’t say anything. I mean, why would they? To them, I’m just a freak with purple hair, eyes, and lips.

I hope she doesn’t notice me following her. I feel kind of odd, but she may be my only hope to becoming normal and having someone I can trust. I have so many questions for her, and I don’t know where to begin. Maybe we can become sisters. I never really knew mine, granted she didn’t want anything to do with me.

I’d like to know her name; it would make things a lot easier. Though, it would probably be a bad idea calling out her name in front of a bunch of people I don’t know. Then I’d have people staring at me again and this time, I imagine it worse.

I can almost reach her, but just when I’m close, I get slammed so hard into a locker. That hurt and of course, I lost her. Now I have to look for her again. I feel like I’m running out of time.

I glance back down the hallway to make sure no one is following me. I breathe a sigh of relief and focus on the girl. I’m a little nervous. What do I even say when I find her and tap her shoulder? I’ve never been good at that sort of thing, especially after I first meet people. Once I know someone and feel safe with them, I’m better.

I guess I feel myself when I’m fighting someone or protecting them. I’m more focused that way. The last time I was that focused, was a month ago in Greece. I didn’t think they’d find me there, but they did. I’m not safe anywhere. I’m hoping a small town like this in Savannah Georgia with keep me here a little longer than the other places.

The bell rings, and I’m the only one standing in the hallway. I need to find her. I slowly continue to walk down the hall when I see the girl in one of her classes. I gander through the glass on the door quickly before she sees me. I guess now, I just wait. It might be awhile, but soon, I won’t be alone anymore.



The Girl With Purple…Well… Everything Part 1 Ara


Chapter 1/Part 1 Ara

I see her. She has purple lips, purple hair, and even purple eyes. Her face is pale. I know I should look away, but I can’t. Who is this girl and why does everything have to be purple? I guess the simple answer would be she’s a freak or it’s her favorite color, but that can’t be it.

I should stop staring at the girl. She’s so beautiful, almost intoxicating. I wonder what it would be like to be her friend. Why are all these crazy questions and thoughts swarming through my mind? I must be so bored that I found someone else to focus my gaze. She may not be normal, but she is someone.

I need to advert my gaze somewhere before she notices. I don’t want the girl to think I’m crazy, or a stalker, but it’s too late. She sees me staring. I must have stared too long.

She seems calm and relaxed, unlike myself, who’s shaking inside, probably acting like some scared girl ready to run. I still can’t look away, even though I’m nervous she’ll punch me or something, but she just sits there and stares right back at me, like it’s no big deal.

I don’t understand. Why is she so cool about it? Doesn’t she want to know why I’m staring and why I won’t look away? I’m sure she already knows the answer to that.

I think I see her smiling. Yes, it’s a smile. This situation has just gotten awkward. What do I do? Do I smile back or just ignore it? I should smile back. I don’t want to be rude.

I gaze around the room before deciding to smile back. That wasn’t so bad. I may be sitting here, eating alone, but I feel better. My teacher was right; one person can make someone’s day a whole lot brighter.

I take a bite into my red delicious apple and close a book that’s in front of me. Let me rewind. My name is Ara. Yes, it’s unusual, but I’ve grown to get used to it.

I have light brown/blondish, wavy hair that looks red. I guess it’s an auburn color. I can never tell these days. Some people say it’s blonde, and others say it’s reddish brown. I go with whatever mood I’m in that day. Today I’m feeling reddish brown. Yes, I know that sounds silly, but it is what it is. Many people think I’m a freshman, but I’m a junior. I do admit, I look like a freshman sometimes.

Regardless, as you can tell, I’m a loner, which is surprising. I may not have a beautiful tan, but I’m not as pale as the other girl. I also have brown eyes, and I’m gorgeous, not to brag, but I am. Maybe that’s why I always sit alone at lunch. One will never know.


Ps. (Still working on a title, but I wrote this for fun. Hope you enjoy! I love writing, but I’m also a little scared to put my stuff out there).


The Girl, The Castle and The Choice Part 4

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Present Day:

Alexia is locked in a bedroom inside the castle. She keeps trying to unlock the door, but it doesn’t budge. She pounds on the door loudly and frustrated. Alexia walks over to the window to see how far down it is from the ground. It is too far to jump and climb down. She finally gives up and sits down on the bed.

After Alexia rest for awhile, she sits up and decides to search for something. She opens one of the drawers across from the bed. She finds a journal. She takes it over to the bed and starts reading it. It is her mothers, dated back fifteen years ago when Cali was fifteen.

It reads:

Dear Diary,

It’s Tuesday. September 10th, 1955. I met a wonderful man. I think I’m falling in love. The way he smiles at me, it’s like, butterflies. Tonight is going to be special. It’s going to change everything.

Alexia continues to read more.

Dear Diary,

It’s Wednesday. September 11th, 1955. He’s gone. The only man I ever loved is gone. What do I do now? My maid has a secret. I intend to find out what that secret is.

Dear Diary,

It’s Monday. February 15th, 1956. I found out a secret today. The maid kept it a secret for months. I’m pregnant. I’m alone and I’m scared. I don’t know what to do, but I’m excited. I hope it’s a girl.

Dear Diary,

It’s Thursday. June 8th, 1956. They took her away from me. I didn’t even get to hold her. My maid said it is for the best, that I made the right decision, but I didn’t make that decision. They made it for me and made me believe it was my decision.

Dear Diary,

It’s Tuesday. June 13th, 1956. I want to see her, but my maid won’t let me. I’m sixteen now and more alone than I’ve ever been, but things will change. They have to.

Dear Diary,

It’s Friday. June 16th, 1956. I did it. I finally got rid of her. She is destroying me and keeping me from my daughter. But she’s right, this is not the life I want for her, but someday, will meet again and she will be beside me once again. Ps. I never thought I’d be this alone. The guards found out about the poison and now I’ve been trapped in this room. I found a way out, but they don’t know that. Under the floor, there is a secret door that leads to a room underneath. There’s a door that can get me out of the castle and I will run as far away as I can.


Cali is in a bedroom where the guards lock her away for what she’s done. She sits on the bed and writes her last entry in her journal. She gets up and places her journal in a drawer across from the bed. Cali removes the floorboard and jumps down. She follows the staircase down and finds a door. She opens it up and runs as fast as she can, but it’s too late. The guards have found her running and capture her. She will never be able to escape the castle.

Present Day:

Alexia shuts the book, even more frightened than before, but feels sad for her mother. She was a prisoner as well and still is. Alexia rushes over to the middle of the floor by the bed. She starts banging on the floorboard as hard as she can. The floorboard falls to the ground and she carefully and quietly jumps down.

Alexia reaches down to the ground and looks around. She grabs a candle that is lit and follows steps that go further down. She finally reaches the bottom and finds a door. She opens it and starts running as fast as she can away from the castle.

Meanwhile, Cali is still in the ballroom discussing plans for the battle. “Bring Alexia out, I want to discuss something with her. I’m giving her one more chance.” Cali demands.

“Right away.” One of the guards replies. The guard runs to retrieve Alexia, but when he opens the door, he finds that she is gone.

“Oh no. Majesty isn’t going to like this.” The guard says. He races back to Cali.

“Your majesty. She’s gone. She escaped.” The guard explains.

“Find her and bring her back to me. Now!” Cali shouts. The guards go out and look for her as she’s still on the move.

Cali thinks for a moment and rushes to the bedroom where they had Alexia. She finds the floorboard is gone and her journal on the bed. Cali picks up the journal and reads the last entry, figuring out that Alexia has done the same. She realizes that she should have never brought Alexia to the castle. Like her journal said, she never wanted this for her, but only to see her once again.

Alexia, hidden in the woods decides there’s only one way to escape, one that her mother did not think of herself. She hears the guards approaching not too far away. Alexia takes a pill out of her pocket that she found in her mother’s drawer. She puts it in her mouth and begins choking.

Alexia never wanted to become her mother, but this was her only choice. She did not want to battle against the people she cared about.
She lays on the ground, cold and dead, finally ridden of her mother, even though she saw things differently through her eyes. She still believes this is the only way to save her kingdom.

The guards approach Alexia, shocked at what they have discovered.

“Someone go back, and tell the majesty what happened.” One of the guards demands.

“Yes, sir.” One of the other guards responds running back to the castle.

Cali is still in the bedroom where Alexia was, waiting for her return. One of the guards that found Alexia walks into the room.

“Did you find her?” Cali asks.

“We did, your majesty.”

“Well, where is she then?” Cali asks.

“She’s dead, your majesty.” The guard says. Cali has a sad, depressed and angry look on her face. She knew Alexia had a plan and was worried, but hopeful on finding her before it was too late. She did the exact thing she thought of many times when she left, but never succeeded.

“Your majesty-” The guard starts to say but doesn’t have a chance to finish.

“Leave me!” The guard leaves.

Cali, ashamed at what she had done to herself and her daughter, has thought of a solution that would fix everything. She walks over to the drawer slowly and opens it to find one last pill left that she saved years ago just in case. Cali picks it up and just stares at it. Her assistant walks in.

“Your majesty-, your majesty what are you doing?” She asks shocked and scared.

“Doing something I should have done a long time ago, for myself, my kingdom, and my daughter. She should have never been brought into this world. I was only teenager, a foolish teenager, hopelessly in love. I put her life in danger. I never wanted this for her, but I was blinded. I was told I was doing the right thing. Things could have been different. I could have taken care of her. I destroyed my kingdom, myself, and disgraced my parents. All I ever wanted was to be reunited with my daughter and look where that’s gotten me. I’m doing this to protect my kingdom, which I promised myself I’d do a long time ago. I’m sorry.”

Cali takes the pill and starts choking. She lays on the floor, cold and dead like her daughter. She can now rest in peace with her daughter, knowing that everything is going to be okay. She knows that nothing, even in death could make up for what she had done in the past, but she hopes to start over and forever be, the mother she hoped to be.

Cali is buried right next to her daughter, where they will be together forever.

The End

Hope you guys enjoyed my short story! 🙂