"I'm scared of never knowing."
"Never knowing what?" His answer is delayed. He must be getting tired, it must be around 4 A.m and who knows how long it's been since either of us slept.
I refuse to think about the other option.
His answer throws me off guard. The fear had slipped out, so that means there had to be some truth to it.
There was a lot I was scared of knowing, but what was i scared about not knowing?
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4 A.M. Fears
Short Story'They say at 3 A.M. all the monsters come out, yet all my fears come out at 4.'
