A town isn't really a town with no one in it. Sometimes it feels like everyone is absent, that's not entirely wrong. The distant sound of waves and peculiar rumbling seem much more important than my own breathing, the waves, the rumbling. what is the rumbling? There are many sounds and they overlap and fade away, only for more sound to take its place. I stop. I notice something, a thought I neglected to pay any attention to. I am breathing, but I am dead.
The dirt is soft and damp, the trees and bushes around me look nothing like they did when I last closed my eyes here. What happened to me?
Clementine, me
The day I died the world didn't stop. It kept going and the people I left behind kept living.
"Witch, witch, witch"
My dearest Cecily, what happened to you
"Whore, slut, queer"
I do not apologise for my life and its sins but why was I damned.
"Heretic, devil, villain"
I woke up where I had once perished and with no where else to go I walk towards the rumbling.
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Short Storya town isn't really a town with no one in it and clementine didn't really feel like a girl unless someone was in her. clementine, an anomalous girl who's last memory is of the trees behind verden cemetery, her lungs being filled with smoke and a num...
