"I had not replied Betty's text in weeks. If she inquires― I thought. I'd tell her I was busy. Busy in ways she might not understand. I was busy pacifying my pounding heart. I was busy quieting absurd thoughts. Busy trying to calm down. Busy performing a soliloquy― telling myself I'm okay. These were my busy and I hoped she would understand."
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Candela
Short StoryA genetically engineered virus eradicates the human race and reflective thinking becomes the most essential form of thinking. Logos tells seiv about one luminous moment to take his mind off the tribulation at hand. Candela is a quick read, it should...
