It was too late. Far too late for goodbyes, apologies, and tears. Far to late to actually live life.
And oh how I regretted it.
One look ahead and I knew I would rather die. There were four buildings, all of them completely different. There was a white, clean looking one. It looked peaceful and calming and in a sort of way I was drawn to it.
The next one I saw was black. No windows, nothing. Not one sign of life.
The third was red. It reminded me of fire, not the kind that brought warmth, but destruction.
And the fourth, the fourth I couldn't describe. It was all glass, but it was so unique and so
oddly shaped that you couldn't really make sense of it even if you looked at it closely.
I've heard the whispers of what went on in here, so I knew exactly what I had to do.
I had to choose.
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Holding On
Science FictionAlexia Carrow didn't ask to be apart of the war. She never wanted to have been responsible for so many deaths, either. Especially not her fathers. In Alexia's time, World War 4 has begun to erupt. The country of America has made up a training plan:...
