I had so many questions to ask you. What was the colour of your hair? Were your eyes light or dark green? What were your hobbies, apart from painting? What was your biggest fear?
There were still so many things that I didn't know about you.
Would I ever know the answers to them? Or were you just a passing moment in my life?
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Short StoryAt 00:00, Cinderella ran away from her prince, leaving a glass slipper on the marbled steps of the grand staircase. At 00:00, I ran away from him. Unlike Cinderella, I didn't leave a single thing behind. © sonderingly
