his name was dallas.
we met on accident.
pure coincidence.
that night my doctor told me i would have to stay in the hospital so they could monitor me.
of course i protested and tried to negotiate, but i failed.
and i was stuck there.
it was 10:45 at night and i was beginning to feel reckless.
the eerie feel of the hospital and my empty stomach made it impossible to drift asleep.
so i decided to go for a walk.
10:50pm
i passed the children's hall.
10:51pm
i walked past the reception desk.
10:55pm
i bought a pack of skittles from the vending machine.
10:56pm
i climbed up a flight of stairs coming across unknown territory.
10:57pm
i kept climbing till i saw the last flight of stairs, the end. and where there's an end, there's always a new door to be open.
10:59pm
so i opened the door and was greeted by a gust of wind.
11:00pm
"who are you?"
then and there i meet dallas on the 11th day of the 11th month of the 11th hour.
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Eleven
Short Storywe met on a rooftop on the 11th day of the 11th month of the 11th hour. all because i had a seizure. it was weird because i hadn't had one in eight months. maybe it was fate. or maybe it was meant to be fatal. seeing as though we met at a hospital. ...
