“She seems so cool, so focused, so quiet, yet her eyes remain fixed upon the horizon. You think you know all there is to know about her immediately upon meeting her, but everything you think you know is wrong. Passion flows through her like a river of blood.
She only looked away for a moment, and the mask slipped, and you fell. All your tomorrows start here.””
As you get lowered into your grave, you hear chatter, people throw in handfuls of dirt to fill your grave. You knew you’d be in here someday but you had not anticipated it to be this quick, no one can hear you. Everyone leaves. You are left alone, your cries are not heard, your grave looks darker, colder and you realise you’re not alone. You’d give anything and everything to live again, to rightly worship Him. But it’s late.