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Anvita Mehta

Tragedy Crime Fantasy

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Anvita Mehta

Tragedy Crime Fantasy

His Life

His Life

3 mins
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Chapter 1

That day, was the best one I had have in months and the fresh breeze and the jolly mood made the day even better. I headed to a churchyard to pay respect to my rabbit, she had died due a thunderstorm, her strength, her delicate hearing was the reason she died. Every time I look at her grave I am lead to wonder if my powers are a threat to me, or maybe my weaknesses are my shield. I never have met someone so chirpy and full of life. he was there in the churchyard noting names of people who had died and at what age and also had they had met such fate. " Hi ", I said walking towards him. " hello! ", he looked up from the notebook and was very surprise to see me as though he had seen a ghost of someone he had loved, or maybe it was just my creative side working it gears to put in a story.


" So, what's with the... names", I asked as I gestured towards the notebook. All this while he had not moved his eyes off me it was as though he wanted to cry of happiness and wanted to know all of me, it was as though he knew me forever and I had returned from a very long trip. I was never the one to believe in love between two people who barely know each other, this, his eyes scanning me like this, it somehow felt good, the warmth of his gaze made me feel loved and safe. "Well", he replied, "umm..... well.... It's just I wanna explore different ways of death for when time asked me the reduce the burden of the earth I would wanna go happily like I had planned it all." That answer reminded me of something, someone, I don't know who but it sure felt like I knew someone quite like him, and then I remembered something I haven't done for a hell of lot of time, I knew him, he was my brother's friend, the brother I lost when I had lost my memory.


I had loved my brother and the pain of losing him was unbearable it was painful. I felt that guilt for it was because of me he lost his parent and his life. I wish I could just go back and leave for that hostel I never went to because I wanted to be with the family I knew. Had I just gone that day, none of this would have occurred, nor any harm that I might do now will ever happen. I must leave this place for I am a true burden, I am a curse a wish that shouldn't have come true.    


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