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The Stranger

I'm scared.
I'm sitting on the ground, the weed splintered cement is cold beneath my hands, and waves of rough sand blow across my knuckles.
A feather flutters past into shadow.
My stomach feels heavy and the back of my throat aches.
Once upon a time I would have written about that feather.
My life has been split, each part a different character in a different story.
My main character has died, I've killed her.
My tongue hardens in my mouth, the very tip of it presses against my front teeth in an attempt to stop myself from crying.
The wall behind me is so cold.
The string of red, yellow, blue and green lights that frame the inky black sea before me dazzle and pixelate.
I blink several times, but my vision remains blurred and when I lick my lips they taste of salt.
Does everything end and repeat?
I love you.

Description
The Stranger

I'm scared.
I'm sitting on the ground, the weed splintered cement is cold beneath my hands, and waves of rough sand blow across my knuckles.
A feather flutters past into shadow.
My stomach feels heavy and the back of my throat aches.
Once upon a time I would have written about that feather.
My life has been split, each part a different character in a different story.
My main character has died, I've killed her.
My tongue hardens in my mouth, the very tip of it presses against my front teeth in an attempt to stop myself from crying.
The wall behind me is so cold.
The string of red, yellow, blue and green lights that frame the inky black sea before me dazzle and pixelate.
I blink several times, but my vision remains blurred and when I lick my lips they taste of salt.
Does everything end and repeat?
I love you.