2000 leaves of life

2000 leaves of life

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"Wake up." I hear the faint voice of what would be a young woman in the back of my head. "Wake up!" My eyes jolted open to see white, everything completely covered in the pale empty colour. "You're finally awake, took you long enough." The voice said, a hint of sass lacing her words. A beautiful young woman suddenly came into view. "Who are you, where am I, why am I here?" "I'm Annabelle, in a room...obviously, and you'll find out soon enough. Im here to let you know the trail you have been given. You'll have 2000 words. No more no less" A visual of a tree showed up in the middle of the room. "2000 words, 2000 leaves. When this tree dies, so do you. I suggest you use your words wisely." "Wait! Why? I don't understand, please tell me what is going on." "2000 words," she repeated. Annabelle started walking out the door. "WAIT!" I could still hear the echoing of my voice in the back of my head as I watched the first leaf fall. Nixon Grayson is living life in the best way possible. Living in today and not worrying about tomorrow, because you don't alway know if you have tomorrow. Especially if you only have 2000 leaves of life.
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„The sunset is beautiful, isn't it?", she asked, the sound of her voice strained, as if she hadn't been talking for a long time. The boy sat next to her, staring forward into the leaving sun. He didn't even look at the young woman when she spoke. Yet still he could feel himself, only a small part of himself, longing to hear more of her voice. It used to calm him down, singing soft lullabies whenever nightmares haunted him, or telling stories to him and his brother. It was the only comfort he could rely on. And he ended it before it could poison him. Silence filled the vast empty space. Only a single Rowan tree swayed in the non existent wind, its branches reaching down where the two figures sat, sheltering them from any harm that may come their way. It was time to leave this place again. He couldn't stay here for long. He hugged his knees tight, unconsciously swaying back and forth as he did so. Maybe, if he hugged himself hard enough, he could stay here and listen to one of her stories again? Just one short story. His efforts were in vain. He realized that when his hands and feet started to disappear, just like they have done thousands of times before. There was no way things could continue the way they were now. He knew he had to stop, but a selfish part of him was still holding onto that hope that everything would be okay once he opened his eyes. „Auntie,", he said, preparing his next words. „I... really prefer sunrises." 0101011101101111011100100110110001100100011100000110110001100101011000010111001101100101011100110110000101110110011001010110110101100101

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