Here she was sitting, waiting.
She had seven days to live.
Seven days before she started fading.
Seven days before she lost who she was forever.
She was fucked over, by the darkness.
She knocked the cup from the arc of the bridge and watched it fall to the cars beneath her. The wind whipped at her hair, tossing it in every which direction. A sigh slid from her mouth, as her hand wrapped around the bangle on her arm.
She was consumed with the life she never had, she didn't even realize anything was wrong, but now that she looks back. Everyday she felt different, every day, she felt more tired, she had been blind. Life had blinded her, she overlooked that she was changing, she had felt it.
This isn't the end.
"This is where my life starts....
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Mortem
RomanceThis is for a contest, at death's door contest.~~~~~~~What would you do if you were given a second chance at life, when you were dead while living? Would you take it? What if pain was all you felt when living, would you want to do it all over again...
