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I thought we had many similarities under the different
facades. One of them was our thought process, so it was only
natural Liron could find me.
The park dangling at the edge of the cliff was green and
moist among the fiery chaos.

It was a sunny day, as always, I suddenly remembered an
entry, I wonder when we can visit the park again.

Never thought my ‘again’ would turn out like this.

The soldiers enclosed the area, and Liron ran toward me.
His eyes were reddened and teary, perhaps from the tear gas or
perhaps from his negative emotions.

“Please, Auden. You can still go back. They’ve promised you
won’t be killed,” he pleaded.
I asked him if he liked the park in morse.

“Yes, I love it. We can come here again. We can come here
everyday,” his speech quickened.

For a moment, I’d love to, but his betrayal stung sharply in
my throat. I snickered, “Your wish has been granted, Mr. Hero.
What about mine?” My blood on my sleeve.

Liron looked at me, devastated, “No.”
I walked up to the lake and dropped a lit match. The liquid
there was oil. Moisture here was oil. And I disappeared into the
flames, the heat searing through my skin.