THE BOY

Max looks to the river.

The waters were calm now.
So calm.
He just know realizes how tired he is.
Tired of staying awake.
Tired of ghosts and witches.
Tired of being scared.
Tired of running away.
He looks at the deep waters.
"Just a sip, Max", he hears.
Like hundred of whispers, calling him to the deep.
"Just a sip, Max."

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