POV. Faceless woman
The world is endless. We see different faces every day - some might be ending their workday, some are rushing to go home, some are ready for a date, and some are tired. Some might even be ghosts lingering around, unknown to us.
But I'm looking for someone to lean on, someone who can understand me, someone to talk to, someone to help me, someone to heal me.
Are there any?
What if this is my last day? What if I have 10 seconds left? What if I don't have a second chance in life? What if I become a memory to everyone?
Too much to think about.
Is there anyone who can grant me one wish?
The world is endless. We see different faces every day - some might be ending their workday, some are rushing to go home, some are ready for a date, and some are tired. Some might even be ghosts lingering around, unknown to us.
But I'm looking for someone to lean on, someone who can understand me, someone to talk to, someone to help me, someone to heal me.
Are there any?
What if this is my last day? What if I have 10 seconds left? What if I don't have a second chance in life? What if I become a memory to everyone?
Too much to think about.
Is there anyone who can grant me one wish?
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