Mercy comes in all shapes and sizes, and sometime be the most torturous form of punishment ever muttered.

“But why?”
“We all deserve a second chance, don’t we?”

And smile must be the cruelest form of revenge.

“Will you stop?”
“But why?”

So they created this little term ‘white lie’ to kill without even lifting a finger.

“It’s alright. Nothing to worry about.”

And there is nothing else to be said and done because the game has already been over hours before realization sets in.

“Thank you.”
(Hey, let’s meet again someday)

Hell comes in the form of clear sky and soothing wind, chatters muted in the background.
Life goes on.

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Raindrops, moon, words, ink. magic. I'm somewhere between the lines. bit.ly/booksdep

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