Fiction · Pieces · Works in progress

Its done

The band mark prominently felt on the finger that once promised was there. The encryption, ‘Forever Always’ stayed permanently tatooed. And, ‘I love you’, tasted like acid on the tongue. But forever was never going to come because death sharply pierced through a life built. We could have been intertwined like roots from a tree. But you cut us before the seventh spring came. So we never sprouted this time….

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