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[gunah]

 


A flower falls even though we love it;
Weed grows even though we do not love it.


 

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[gunah]

[ Hanaguchi Avenue was a roar, but by now the sky is already beginning to shift from pitch black to deep blue and the crowd has receded to the occasional couple stumbling along, someone curled up against the sidewalk completely inebriated.

Shuyi has run out of credits to spend buying company too, only she never expected that someone like Johan, someone so polite and gentle and-- beautiful for lack of a better word, would choose to spend the last few hours before dawn by her side without any promise of reward. She could count on one hand the people she can go to should she lose everything: her title, her wealth, her chance at power. Now they are all dead or they are her sister, who would sooner serve her head on a plate than talk.

She is seated on the stone railing of a bridge that overlooks much of the city, legs dangling over the edge. Death would be certain from this height but she doesn't feel even a shred of fear. Only the exhilaration that comes with finding oneself free to choose to jump or to stay. ]

You never truly know another person. All of us are made of deep unfathomable wells and you can only imagine by what comes floating to the surface once a while. Isn't that sad?