Vox Cordis
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…And here I was standing on the roof of my school where we first met, tears streaming down by face as I flung fistfuls of folded slips of paper. I made it snow small paper slips in furious throws, practically punching the air. All of them said the same thing.
Vox Cordis, Vox Cordis, Vox Cordis…
The voice of the heart.
There I was, throwing papers with words of a dead language about a girl who I wish was still alive.
Foreword
This is based off of a story I already have written, except it starts off with the ending me and my co-author decided to not go for. I don't know if I'll post that one up here, because it's written from both point of views at the same time (kind of like roleplay but not) But this would be the way I originally saw it in my head.
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