Reborn From Sweet to Sinister
Instead, he tied the urn tightly to his waist with a rope, his face pale, caught between relief and anticipation.
Step by step, he walked into the deep sea.
"Suzy, if I had another chance, I’d hold your hand first this time."
I felt myself sinking with him into the depths of the ocean. His once-pale face grew bluer, but his hands never let go of the urn. My heart clenched as if squeezed by an invisible hand, the pain making it nearly impossible to breathe.
Before I could fully grasp what was happening, the scene shifted again.
The alley was alive with the sounds of daily life. The sizzle of food being cooked, the shouts of vendors hawking their goods, the cries of babies—it all blended toget
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