[This is an early draft where even the sentences don't make sense! I'm polishing the entire text right now, so don't read it yet!!!!]
I stood on the rooftop of the eighteenth floor.
Just as I was about to jump, a woman threw her arms around me.
I thought she was trying to save me.
Who knew she'd take me down with her?
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First-person narration.
A short story.
Theme: Saving yourself.
Currently, this is the first draft where the logical sentences are not fluent! The full text is refined! Don't look yet!!!! (Kowtow to the wives!)
Why is everything locked at the back? 0.0