Young Writers Society

And then, his afterlife flashed before his eyes

As Keith led Flax out of the arcade, he realized a major flaw in his already-dubious plan:

How was he going to sneak a whole cervitaur all the way back to his apartment?

Well, there was only one way to find out.

Gentle fingers brushed against his temples, tucking stray, wheat blonde strands of hair away from his vision

I reached out for her hand, fingers trembling with the weight of memories we once shared. But as my desperate touch met only the empty void, I felt the chill of loneliness seep into my bones, a haunting reminder of the love we once knew, now lost to the relentless passage of time. And in that solitary moment, I realized that the echoes of our laughter had faded into silence, leaving me stranded in a world devoid of warmth, longing for the embrace of a love that now existed only in the shadows of my fractured heart.