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Is this something I should continue?
আপনি must understand, first, that none of this happened according to my original plans. I didn't want to be brokenhearted. To be left crying in the ashes, alone; coughing up soot that melted into mud as water rolled down my cheeks. I never expected to make a contract.
It was three months পূর্বে when I was left in the dust. Forgotten, a piece of scrap paper blowing innocently in the wind. Hot tears mixed with dirt stung my dim eyes as I wept in the darkness. After forcing out all the tears I could, I swayed, red-faced, light-headed, exhausted. And slammed weakly into the রাস্তা fence after tripping over my own two feet. I could hardly think অথবা breathe. I was too caught up on the aching in my chest and the pounding of my brain.
Rubbing my eyes vigorously, choking on the lump in my throat, I opened my dry mouth up to the glowing moon overhead and began to shriek into the still night.
A soft, chilled hand touched gently over my mouth. My eyes shot open, letting আরো grime into my pupils. With my reduced sight, আরো tears began to gush from my eyes. Wheezing through the gaps between the fingertips of the hand, I looked up at a thing.
My vision was blurry; I could make out few things about the figure. Where as it stood tall with it's arm outstretched to me, and looked like a ghost. When it couched down and leaned in to my face, it almost looked like a person. We were nearly nose-to-nose. Against the large moon that seemed to dominate the sky, it was like an অ্যাঞ্জেল sent from above. The sky illuminating a soft smile that was slightly open, ready to speak. Savior though it seemed, a sly, devious voice whispered hoarsely from pale lips:
"I can help you." I nodded slowly, not knowing what was to come.
"I only ask for one thing in return," The pitch-black apparition held my cheeks in it's freezing palms and smiled devilishly. I let my already fuzzy vision worsen with আরো tears-- those of relief. I went weak, dropping into it's arms.
"Your soul."
It was three months পূর্বে when I was left in the dust. Forgotten, a piece of scrap paper blowing innocently in the wind. Hot tears mixed with dirt stung my dim eyes as I wept in the darkness. After forcing out all the tears I could, I swayed, red-faced, light-headed, exhausted. And slammed weakly into the রাস্তা fence after tripping over my own two feet. I could hardly think অথবা breathe. I was too caught up on the aching in my chest and the pounding of my brain.
Rubbing my eyes vigorously, choking on the lump in my throat, I opened my dry mouth up to the glowing moon overhead and began to shriek into the still night.
A soft, chilled hand touched gently over my mouth. My eyes shot open, letting আরো grime into my pupils. With my reduced sight, আরো tears began to gush from my eyes. Wheezing through the gaps between the fingertips of the hand, I looked up at a thing.
My vision was blurry; I could make out few things about the figure. Where as it stood tall with it's arm outstretched to me, and looked like a ghost. When it couched down and leaned in to my face, it almost looked like a person. We were nearly nose-to-nose. Against the large moon that seemed to dominate the sky, it was like an অ্যাঞ্জেল sent from above. The sky illuminating a soft smile that was slightly open, ready to speak. Savior though it seemed, a sly, devious voice whispered hoarsely from pale lips:
"I can help you." I nodded slowly, not knowing what was to come.
"I only ask for one thing in return," The pitch-black apparition held my cheeks in it's freezing palms and smiled devilishly. I let my already fuzzy vision worsen with আরো tears-- those of relief. I went weak, dropping into it's arms.
"Your soul."
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