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I sat there, on the cold seat, holding the chains that hold me up. I find out staring at the ocean of wood chips below, but it wasn't the first time. It was a world of solitude. But then the world was thundered on by the sound of rusting chains creaking. I look to the side, there was a girl. She was looking down at first, silently swinging beside me. Then she turned and looked at me… and smiled. My desert stirred, like a storm. Days went by, and days turned to weeks. Each and every time we met there at the swings, in silent company. Each and every time I see her smile once at me before we both went back to wandering off to our own wor

For the first time in decades, the doorknob of the quaint old house was grabbed and turned by a pale, slim hand. The building hasn't been occupied ever since its single occupant passed away thirty years ago. For thirty years her memory has been remained untouched in this house. But for the first time, that memory will be revisited. The person in question was a handsome young man, or at least a young man in appearance only. By now he was well over a century old, yet he was still looked like a youthful twenty-five year old. He was an old acquaintance of the deceased owner of the house, she having known him since him even before his birth. Ste

How many steps has he taken now? How many times has he stared at that simple picture that adorned the endlessly long hallway? How long has the seconds that passed seemed like hours? Eventually the man heard his name pierce the still silence followed by soft cries. Shaken and feeling like a child who's just encountered something new, the tall usually calm and composed man timidly approached the door in front of him. As if something were to jump at him, he slowly opened the door and peered inside. Inside he found his life long partner breathing heavily, eyes closed with beads of sweat dotting her forehead. Eyebrows scrunching up, he thought