The Show Must Go On- Samiya

the show must go on
she was the puppeteer and he was the puppet
the puppeteer was tired of his strings
for she wanted new ones
she asked him to die for her by poison "only if her puppet truly loved her would he take this poison" she said
she pulled at his strings once more
he replied "i don't need a poison. for the toxin i have is way stronger. it is the platonic love i hold. the love that is withering my strings. the love that is no longer letting you bend me to your will. i am no longer your puppet." the pulling became to much for the puppet. without someone to pull his strings for him, he became obsolete.
and so, with those words, the puppet took his last breath and the puppeteer pulled her last string.
the show was over.

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