DEATH REINCARNATE
(SHAKESPEARE’S SONNET)
“SO, is that how you got his heart? From the fictional past that you written yourself, Aria?”
“Well, I am proud to tell you that, it is.”
Aira’s cunning smile then draws on her face. Holding the expression of both excitements, and satisfaction from the thrill that she just did from the memories of the said past that is all nothing, but a fiction.
“A fiction inside a non-fiction. Smart.”
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