Bits and pieces. Like fragments of some whole, some bigger picture. My head hurts just thinking about these dreams.
I should dismiss them, right? I mean, they don't mean anything.
And yet ... these kinds of things don't just show up out of nowhere.
My instincts tell me there's something missing. But I don't trust them anymore.
They led me to you.
YOU ARE READING
Out of Ink | A Short Story
Short Story❝What if he didn't leave ... what if he disappeared?❞ highest rank: #27 in SS 1st place for Best Tragedy in the Crystal Awards 2016/2017 2nd place for Short Story in the Crystal Awards 2016/2017