Fall & Ink

Time passes.

Or does it? After a painstaking amount of growth a wave of fire has consumed all life on the earth, turning it into a wasteland.

He yelled at me again. I don't know if yelled is the right word; screamed, maybe. 

They sound too mild. 

It had taken me so long to get here. I thought I was strong. I thought I had made progress.

All it took was his set of threats. All it took was him grabbing my hand and staring at me with those wild animal eyes.

His hair was grey, but he was exactly the same.

That was what it took for me to find out that I was too. 

The End

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