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Reverie

Not a story, not a poem, just a sappy ramble.

I have forever been a dreamer, and so, I admit, I idealise love in a lot of ways.Sure, I've been hurt, although I prefer not to acknowledge the potentialities, it's almost a certainty that lies in us all. Some instances remain only as distant memories, perhaps only surfacing when songs a once-beloved was fond of grace the airwaves, stilling my heart to ache to the faint beat of nostalgia's echo. Fresher burns may linger,...

The initial splash of the bells was gentle and subdued, such whispers of disquiet only observed as a mild irritant intended to deter. Despite my efforts in oversight, they came to chime in a fashion I could no longer diffuse. Loud and laden with a warning, the bells continued to boom; having gradually built in deafening significance and alarming without pause, thundering reverberations left clanging between my ears. With...