The breeze felt nice against my tanned skin. In fact, so nice, I began to feel the tears start to form in my eyes. However, that could have been caused by numerous things that were going on. But somehow I felt, no, I knew that it was because of the breeze. Now that seems like a silly thing to make you tear up. A breeze? Oh come on. But at that moment it was more than a breeze. It was a reminder that I was alive. It w.as a reminder that the world was still turning. It was a reminder that in the end I had not failed.
YOU ARE READING
Atychiphobia
FantasyThe movies, the shows, the books. All kinds of works make things look so easy. But that's just not the case. //Author's note //This started as a realistic fiction but kind of turned into fantasy.
