Now, as I close my eyes, I wonder if the world will ever feel safe again. My fingers brush the cool stone of the ruins, and for a moment, I think I’m not alone. I don’t know what comes next, but I don’t want to be scared anymore.
Day 17
Now, as I close my eyes, I wonder if the world will ever feel safe again. My fingers brush the cool stone of the ruins, and for a moment, I think I’m not alone. I don’t know what comes next, but I don’t want to be scared anymore.