This must be a dream.
Archer glows,
a smile on his face,
his head tilted to match my own,
his hand extended in the offering.
Is he real?
Is any of this real?
I'm hesitant to believe it.
Slowly,
I raise my hand,
and keep it in his open palm.
That's when I notice it.
The flesh.
The shape.
It's me.
Tryst.
I'm back.
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One Of These Endings |✔
FantasyIf you were given seven chances to save your loved one...will you do it? Tryst falls to her death from The Efil Bridge. Assuming she committed suicide, her fiancé follows her footsteps to the world beyond. But the truth is, her death was an aberrati...
