Writing In Progress

The plane was supposed to crash, but you've cheated death. It made one mistake, but fate doesn't intend to make another. It's going to be after your life until you're dead.

Why is the audience cheering for you?

You're starting to think that you're going to need a literal "think tank."

Today, you're going wherever your hand is pointing, and you're going to get some answers.

But the weirdest part is having to keep acting normal like this. You still have a human form - nothing about you has outwardly changed - but it's harder than anything you've ever done acting like nothing happened.

But you keep saying it. You still believe or every time. You don't want the one time you don't believe to be the day you could've made it out, do you?

Shadows can be any shape, but these chose to hold theirs, as if to comfort you. As if to remind you where you came from.

It's like they want the world to end.

Apparently, two of your friends are both a part of the same secret society, and you never would've known had you not bumped into each other when you did.

At times you wished you weren't alone, you realized you weren't. Even if they couldn't talk back, at least they could see you.

You still have more that you pressed from other friends and family, but one by one, each flower is wilting. And with them, your relationships.

So much can change in one year.

Breaking that barrier won't make you a terrible person or ruin your life, you know in your soul that you can't, no-matter the cost.

Leave them to fend for themselves?

Every year, you lose a part of your lover. But this time, you refuse to lose any more.