Midnight Custom

A short about the desperation most people feel at night.

 "If love is real, if it is forever, why am I alone?"

At night, she would ask questions of this sort to the sky from her rooftop, in hopes that the all-knowing God would give her an answer, or that the birds would inspire her with a song and carry away all of her self-inflicted burdens. Instead, one-by-one they scurried off, and the birds that remained silently wished she'd just shut up.  

Death is a journey on your own. Why should companionship in life be condoned?

With those words, they'd take flight, and she'd go back to bed to face another sleepless night.

The End

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