Game: Club Romance — My Stories. Page 3

The metal shutters began to part, revealing a view of endless space. He [Rix] leaned against the cold glass, not daring to look away from the view. The black canvas was dotted with myriads of stars of various sizes. They resembled small bluish and yellowish pearls scattered across the boundless cosmic ocean. The nebulae floating through it seemed mysterious and majestic labyrinths filled with dreams and phantoms. So distant. And so close. Space fascinated, chained to itself.

When there's nothing left but a crazy plan, it's better to take risks than sit back. We will lose either way. So let's lose the fight.

We will lose either way. So let us lose the fight.

I have many talents, but drawing is not one of them.

- It's worth it. Because this is true. There are many reasons why I am glad that I play TAG, but the main one is meeting you.

you won't be able to look back.

Everything around is a cycle. Everything has its beginning and its end. This requires understanding, because there is no life in stagnation. Life in a circle. In the destruction of the old and the creation of the new. In birth and death, in love and hate. In faith, without which everything loses any meaning. Past events affect the present. Everything that happens in the present will have consequences in the future. A vicious circle where we live in the world built by our ancestors while we improve it for our descendants. This is exactly the wisdom that the goddess of time and destruction carries in herself, replacing anger with mercy like the phases of the moon.

I'm glad if we call the same place home.

I offer the heart you already own and the hand you can always lean on.

I've always wanted to be a demon. They can get angry, they can do bad things, because no one will judge them.

Consider this my last whisper before Nothingness takes me.

Do you know how it happens? Today you are the enemy, tomorrow...

Weak and helpless, she could no longer hold back her tears. That flowed in crooked paths down the face, erasing the ruined makeup and dripping onto the soiled dress. Now, to the young bride, it all seemed stupid ... Here, in the dead of night, for the first time she felt herself not as usual. Not the way I felt every time I sneaked out of the house. Now it was not freedom. And adult life. Real and vibrant. Cruel. She, the princess who escaped from the tower, had no bow and arrows, no magic.

The wider the tornado, the slower and weaker its flows.