writeofpassage
It's the way we pass through the masses of people hoarding around throughout the day. We squeeze and slip between them, never glancing up, never giving another thought to the fact that we are brushing up against a completely unique individual.
Prosperous. P-R-O-S-P-E-R-O-U-S. Prosperous.
Setting down my pen, I looked out the window to see my reality falling to pieces around me. I was not where I had left myself, nor could I ever go back. I opened the window, and jumped out onto the roof. As the rain swept through the horizon, I looked onward to the rest of my life, greeting it with open arms.
I warned her not to go, but she didn't listen. As I closed the glass door behind her, I saw her look back. In that look I could see both a feeling of regret that it had to end this way, but, also a sense of excitement and hope. She took two steps forward and fell into infinity.
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