I wasn't chosen.
I wasn't chosen.
Most of us weren't.
Is that... Good? Or...or bad....
I don't know I don't know I don't like not knowing it makes me nervous because it's like a dark curtain and you can't see because it block the sun on the other side of the window where the light would otherwise be coming from.
It's really loud
Everyone is leaving
The sound of their voices echoes off of the carved stone chamber that creates the meeting room. Idon'tlikehowit'sloudithurtsmyheadandIdon'tlikeit
it scares me
Diana is grabbing my sleeve so I follow her and we walk to the tunnel that leads to our apartment.
"Dena" I say with my mouth.
She turns to me.
"What was all fo that for?" I say with my hands.
"I don't know Avery, I'm sure it'll make sense at some point."
"Do you think the other's did this too?"
"Probably."
"I have a bad feeling."
"Maybe it's nothing."
"It's never been nothing."
"I'm sure it'll all be fine soon."
"For the taken people too?"
"Hopefully for the taken people too."
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Order in Constellations
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