This is the end ... In front of the Doors, she understood that there was no more hope ... She tried to live without it, keeping euphoria as her best friend, but harm was on its side, very close and disturbing ... Therefore, she decided to flee, to stop believing in a possible life with him. He explained it clearly, no reason to wait, to keep faith ... It's not the first time she lives this disillusion, not the last, I guess ...
She has now a new weapon, a new shield too, another iron layer on her armor. Soon, she won't feel anything anymore ... She won't even hear her heartbeat again ... It will be deeply hidden, protected under so many protections that it will seem to have disappeared ! Magic trick !
Alice is the one of the poem, no more of the story ... She is the soldier, the combatant. She has one single goal : live !
She has now a new weapon, a new shield too, another iron layer on her armor. Soon, she won't feel anything anymore ... She won't even hear her heartbeat again ... It will be deeply hidden, protected under so many protections that it will seem to have disappeared ! Magic trick !
Alice is the one of the poem, no more of the story ... She is the soldier, the combatant. She has one single goal : live !
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