A Taste of the EndMature

I open my eyes and find myself in the hall again. I step back away from the doors. I sit on the ground and think about what I saw and experienced. Why should I have to decide anyway? They are the ones who should change, not me. I shouldn't have to sacrifice myself whenever I want to live. 

I stand up, and walk to the doors. I close my eyes, grasp the handles, and walk through into my new life.

The End

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