Literature
Like Garbage - A RanLay Ficlet
Upon further reflection in a lighter place, it became slowly clear that you were incredibly selfish. I was only feeling so torn out of pity, perhaps jealousy. But, like usual, you were adamant in your decisions, from the moment you refused to follow Angela’s request to the last second I held onto your hand before you slipped. And you left me with a heavy despair weighing down on my shoulders, and not only from losing you to the everlasting caves we trekked.
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The world around us for approximately seven and a half hours was dark and musty, like every attic I’d ever had to scour. I could feel the dust settling in