A Flower From the Dust_No Excuses_The Lonely Job_Late revelation
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A Flower From the Dust
TW: suicidal ideation, terminal illness The lace on my shoe was untied. I bent down, tied it. I got up, looked around. I was not home. I was in a foreign town, in a foreign state. The air was different, I was different. I stuck my hand into my right back pocket. There I carried a photograph. For good luck, I guess. On the front side was my hometown sunken in glorious colors of sunset. It was a nice photo, but it didn't mean as much to me as the back side of it did. There, in my handwriting, stood:“You will see great sorrow, and in that sorrow you will be happy. This is my last message to you: ...
No Excuses
“Are you coming tonight?”“Tonight?”“To Zee’s?” Luna’s eyes flickered away from the fluorescent screen before her for half a second to take in the blank look on her friend’s face. “For Jana’s birthday? Hello?”Xander hadn’t forgotten the party, of course. How could he? It had been at the forefront of his thoughts since the moment he woke up, taunting him each time he glimpsed the time. Part of him had hoped that the festivities might have slipped Luna’s mind, though, at least for long enough that she might not remind him of the event. Perhaps then he could have skipped it altogether. But betwee...
The Lonely Job
“Are you coming tonight?" Siq asked while scrubbing mud from his shoe, shaded by the arched bridge overhead. The tattered rag he was using was nearly as dirty as the shoe, so progress was slow.Rogan stared off in the distance, his eyes glassy. Siq wasn't even sure he had heard the question, so he waved a hand in front of his colleague's face."Hello?" Siq said in a sing-song voice. "Where's my best mate to?""Sorry." Rogan shook his head, drawing in a deep breath. "What were you saying?”Siq rolled his ewww.onedoor.ccyes, groaning. "Blessed soul, Rogan. You've been absolutely useless these past weeks. You can...
Late revelation
“Are you coming tonight?” This is the message Dan has received from Michael in the middle of the day. What I am going to do? Am I going out tonight? Dan is on the edge of his decision. He misses his friends very much, but something still keeps him locked inside his apartment, inside his soul. Then, he starts dressing with slow movements. A T-shirt and a pair of new trousers are waiting for the future moment of going out, the expected moment of leaving the house and of him. But now he feels he cannot wear these foreign clothes. It’s enough that I go out. Let’s not stress me anymore adding somet...