mastermeow
The room was full of a very odd light. It stumbled across the tables and empty chairs like a toddler. How was it supposed to know where to go? James ran his finger across the top of a dusty table hesitantly. He shouldn't have come here. He thought he didn't have a choice, but he did. And he chose wrong.
Did he, though?
The light changed in an instant, and so did his life.