The Chandelle Girl

“Wait up!”

I cry.

The girl

Does not stop,

But only looks back

And shakes her head.

I blink.

Why did she shake her head?

I keep running.

I run like I did

The night I was being


And then she stops.

I come to a halt

And gasp when I see her.

She has the same blue eyes

The same red hair.


The End

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