Fading Phoenixes

Sitting alone atop a cold forlorn mountain, which his tuberculosis doesn't take kindly too, the morning sun rises in the distance the warm glow settling on him, warming him inside and out. Though he doubts it actually is and he's just finally leaving this forsaken life, passing on to nothingness

Originally posted on Ao3, Under the account SamuelTheSmoker, this is my account I have not stolen this work.

Originally published 7/2/19