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That day, I chose to take the main street home.
 
That day, I chose to take the main street home.
It was just on a whim; a very rare thing for me to do.
 
   
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It was just a whim, and a very rare thing for me to do.
Walking woodenly along the building street that I was tired of seeing, someone fell.
 
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It was a squishing sound that you normally never hear.
 
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Walking woodenly along the building-lined street that I was tired of seeing day in and day out, someone came crashing down.
The person obviously died from falling off a building.
 
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A crimson color spread across the pavement.
 
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It was a squishing sound that isn't usually heard.
The only features that remained were the dark, black hair and the thin, white fragile arms and legs.
 
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The person lying on the pavement, broken, had obviously died from falling off a building.
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A crimson color slowly seeped onto the concrete.
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The only features that remained were the dark black hair and the pale, thin, fragile-looking limbs.
   
 
And that featureless, crushed face.
 
And that featureless, crushed face.
   
The whole scene reminded me of a flattened flower, tucked between the pages of an old book.
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The whole scene reminded me of a pressed flower, flattened between the covers of a heavy tome.
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Probably because the corpse, with only its neck bent like a fetus, looked like a broken lily to me.
   
Probably because the corpse, with only the head deformed like a baby's, looked like a broken lily to me...
 
   
 
/Overlooking View (Thanatos) -Fujoh Kirie-
 
/Overlooking View (Thanatos) -Fujoh Kirie-

Latest revision as of 17:36, 27 March 2020

That day, I chose to take the main street home.

It was just a whim, and a very rare thing for me to do.

Walking woodenly along the building-lined street that I was tired of seeing day in and day out, someone came crashing down.

It was a squishing sound that isn't usually heard.

The person lying on the pavement, broken, had obviously died from falling off a building.

A crimson color slowly seeped onto the concrete.

The only features that remained were the dark black hair and the pale, thin, fragile-looking limbs.

And that featureless, crushed face.

The whole scene reminded me of a pressed flower, flattened between the covers of a heavy tome.


Probably because the corpse, with only its neck bent like a fetus, looked like a broken lily to me.


/Overlooking View (Thanatos) -Fujoh Kirie-


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