Everyone leaves in the end. Everyone dies in the end. Basically, what I’m trying to say is that nothing is eternal. Nothing lasts forever. Even this shrewd little planet we call home will someday wither away and die. Isn’t that sad? Now have you ever thought about when you were going to die? How you were going to die? No. Because, no one can predict those things. You could be planning suicide one day, and then get ran over by a pickup truck the next. You never know.
But I did. I saw the outcomes of everything before it happened. I saw what would happen, and different scenarios. If someone chose to wear a white shirt, one thing would happen. If they wore a green shirt, another thing would happen. It was written in the stars, and for an odd reason, I saw them unlike everyone else. The only thing I didn’t know was my outcome. How would I know that I was safe? How would I decide what to do? I almost decided to stay inside my house for all my life, until the house next to us was "accidentaly" wrecked. Long story. I didn't know when I would die, or even HOW I would die. And that scared me more than you could ever know.
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So this is my first story, that I'm serious about. I'm actually serious about this. No really. Like srsly.
