Amie hates the sunset although she has not seen it for the longest time. Traumatically beautiful. It is like the last supper. Sumptuous yet unappetizing. She has almost forgotten the smell of fresh air. Her hair, her clothes, her sheets, they all are stained with the stench of medicine. Counting down the days she has left to battle with life. She fears. And she does not want to live in fear anymore...
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Kev walks into the room with an expression full of hope, though his every heartbeat was filled with none. The stench he so hate. But losing it meant losing something much more. The sunset marks another day passed. He wonders why the sun sets even when it didnt seem to have risen...
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