Corrupted
He doesn’t want anyone to die.
“I.. don’t want anyone to die anymore…” He whispered, displaying despondency.
“Life is temporary. You never know who you are going to lose in the next breath.” She sighed, leaning against the same tree, moving her knees upward to wrap her arms around it.
“I know life is not assured but scant breaths are not favorable either. Who would want to die young?” He asked with a shrug, looking down sadly.
“It doesn’t matter, short or long. Those who will die will leave the world. Those who will remain are going to suffer.” She mumbled the undeniable truth.
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