Those numbers won't change. The little numbers in their irises are like tiny tumors that just can't be removed; it's etched and tattooed into their spirits, and there is nothing I can do about it. Nobody else can see them, it seems, but even if I am the only one with this useless and torturing ability, I can not use them to save any one. I just can't. I have tried, and failed too many times... and with every attempt, I lost the people I love, and my fractured heart can not bear any more cracks. I've tried defying the numbers, by trying to end my own life, but they were stronger than anything I have ever encountered.
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Expiration Dates
Teen FictionI lost everything. My family. Home. Myself. Just because I could see numbers... that indicate people's death. I like to call them 'expiration dates.' I want to be free from this curse, this burden of dreadful knowledge I obtain every time I make eye...
