Here I take a stance to deliver the words with devoid fervour. Tell me how can I sway my heart just the way as my mind did?
Rehearsals are strenuous than imagined, with eyes defying with its inexplicable esse.
Is it my fault? or fate? Whatever it is, I persuade myself saying for one 'last time'.
It was Friday the 13th when Jade visited the graveyard, a place of buried secrets and unbroken silence. The zephyr seldom assured a comforting company in her loneliness. However, more often, it was her pulsating heart that vehemently whispered into her ears of fear and anxiousness. It was only a few hours before the anticipating sun could engulf the shallowness of the night. She took a deep breath, swiftly strode to the entomb engraved "Jade." She knelt, gently placed her senseless hands on the grave, and mourned in reticence a final goodbye to her earthly remains.
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