She receives a message every day at 1:23 AM. The phantom that wields neither body nor voice becomes the only thing she loves. She's holding onto the ghost of a creature that everyone tells her does not exist. She was perfectly capable of denying them. Until one day at 1:23. Her message never arrives.
Thump. Bump. Badump. Quiet-quiet and cold. I stand in silence and watch it unfold. Bitter, these lies that you told-Now it is too late. My soul has been sold. Thump. Bump. Badump. Can you hear it? Can you...Hear me? My heart is beating, inside my chest. You give me your greeting, say you're not like the rest. But th...