This will be short because I want to have time to pre-write. My apologies.
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I've decided that before I relocate outside of America I want to see them. I want to see Mila, my mother, and my father. It's difficult to remember their faces, but something in me says that I should. That has been nagging at me for 7,884,528 seven million, eight hundred eighty-eight thousand, and five hundred twenty-three seconds. (A little over three months)
Seeing them is such a nerve-wracking idea to me, nevertheless I think I have to go through with it to find some closure.
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Cliffhanger, I'm so evil.
YOU ARE READING
Something Real In Hell
Science FictionTime marches on relentlessly and waits for no one, but does time ever get tired? A 13yro girl ends up being trapped in "limbo, time stopped." Spending all this time alone who or what will keep her going? The cover is mine, btw. ❤️
