"I survived?" as i look up to find a glamourous ceiling in a room filled with chemical scents in the air.
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"What has my life become?" The man said looking down to find the ethereal reflection of the stars at the sole of his feet from a height that would even make a mad man reconsider his life choices. The quiet waves of water, a stream that sounds friendly but deceiving. With both of his hands holding onto a silver metal in the back.
"I wish for them to never find me"
The man said his last words, or so he thought. Letting go of the hold, embracing the cold air as he falls down only to witness a silver bridge as his last place alive. Slowly closing his eyes with an unreadable smile forming on his face as if all the burden in the world had just been lifted from this Planet.
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"I survived?" The man said as he slowly opens his eyes to a high ceiling with a room full of chemical scents.
Getting up, finding himself in a room that is visually impossible to see in real life. A place where ordinary people, a mere office worker like himself would never be able to afford.
Slowly walking towards a mirror only to find someone with a face that a famed artist would paint, thick eyebrows with eyes that would light up a dead man's spirit, a pair of lips that of the prettiest one in the world and a beautiful scar carved at the top of his right eyebrow making everyone that walks by wonder as to how he got that perfectly carved scar shown on his face.
"Who?... this mirror can't be serious , or is it my eyes? There is no way someone this decent looking- no.. someone this sublime could be me."
Creaakkk!
The door busted open, a pair of eyes met mine.