I float around in a vast darkness, a void with nothing but me, and the bodies of others. I open my eyes and see blood clumps float around me. I close my eyes again and see grass, land and light. Open. Darkness except the light given off by me. A body floats by, his eyes glazed and dead and yet, alive. The eyes of the dead tell the story of their lives. This one shows pain and fear. But behind all of them you can see joy. But it takes an eye of equal measure to see it. I wonder if this could have been different. If it could have been stopped. But no one can retrace 24 hours. Except me.
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Between Heart break and Lonlieness
Science FictionSo gently do we fade away, to and from that hazy grey. When finally when we see the light, we think that it will be alright. But little to our knowing, the red just keeps growing. Until soon after the day that left us fazed, is nothing more but our...
