The Fall

The world is a mess. Some have loved deeply, some have hated fiercely, and some have been tangled up in love and hate for so long that they can no longer tell the difference. The image of two people who once loved each other purely has long since disappeared into the river of time, leaving behind only tear-stained, yellowing pages and eyes red from crying.

Do you regret it? Do you hate me? I don't know.

I promise that in our next life, we'll be lovers and nothing else.

Remember to wait for me.

Theme: Just writing for fun.