Creative Writing

After Party

I waited for an angel. Time was ticking. They seated me with demons. Alone with my thoughts. The night lingered with a hefty price. It’s midnight, and the house is empty. Some spirits remained unseen. Dust covered my sunrise. Moments remain unchanged.

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