As I turned over this strange gift in my hands, my grandfather handed me a plastic, gold crown. He said it was “part of the game”.
Remember last winter? Remember when everything looked like it was on its last leg before spring came like an explosion? You never left the apartment all winter. You barely walked me.
“Father…I don’t think there’s any hope for me. I’ve done so much…”
“It takes 30 days for someone to go blind in this level of darkness,” the voice said, followed by a click. The faint light on my helmet blinking out.
I witnessed something no man was ever supposed to possess memory of.
The hopes were piling up inside me, but I was not afraid. This, whatever it is, truly is something different.
YOU’LL NEVER BE ALONE.
“I’m happy. I’d never cry.”
When the email pinged out across campus – sent to every student and professor with an .edu address, warning them to stay away from Central Campus, alerting them about an unnamed body, about a poor soul who jumped from the fifth floor, may God rest her soul – no one would have guessed it was me.