Waiting for the End (Prologue)
My life was always doomed to end in tragedy. My very existence threatens to tear apart my world and everything I love. I had accepted that I had to make a sacrifice for the survival of my people. I’ve never really owned my life since I have always known how soon I will lose it. I wish I had never been born, that way I would never have had to be afraid of death or losing those I love or worry about how disastrous I am to everyone around me. That way I never would have had the chance to meet people that make my life so worth living for. That way I wouldn’t have to live knowing how different I am. But here I am, with my reality permanently changed. I’ve always known I’d have to die, but never before have I wanted so much to live.
Author Notes: Should I write a part 2?
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