'Nothing.
That is what comes to mind. When I try to tell the story.
His story.'
My cursor blinks on the computer screen, mocking me, as I try to write his story. He wants people to know, and they need to know. There are so many people out there who strive to become...so many who are...so many who have died...
I glance up at him briefly and run my fingers across his cheek gently, "They will all know..." I kiss his cheek and he continues to lie there, motionless. He'll remain to do so for the rest of his...life. If you want to call it that anymore.
The cursor still blinks and I type out the first word;
Nothing.
That is what comes to mind. When I try to tell the story.
His story.
I, Evangeline Harrison, am going to tell you the story of Eric Collins, and how his life was put on pause; instead of being stopped...forever.
In order to tell you his story though, I have to tell you mine.
YOU ARE READING
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