The Boy Who Named Friday (Short Story)

Everything began to fade as if I was in the middle of a show; With the dimming lights syncing with the time stamp somewhere, my everything came to an end. I always had to blend with it, the sudden darkness just never give you any notice. It arrives when you least expect it- and when it finally seize the chance to cover your eyes- you're left to wonder why you never see happiness even in front of the 'Good' things. Perhaps, it could have been different if you just, at least, finish this ride with me.