She looked at me with sadness in her eyes. No, not sadness. It was pity.
“Why are you hiding? You get to live forever.”
I held back tears as I told her, “Forever is far too long. Do you realize what it means to never die? Forever alive, alone. Alone.”
“But not yet,”...
it hurt worse than breaking my arm when I was eleven.
it hurt worse than that time I fell off my bike and scraped the skin off my entire leg.
it hurt worse than when I got sick and was in the hospital for a week.
it hurt worse than anything.
it hurt so badly. I wish I...