Rain and ice is tinkling quietly on my windowpane, echoing through the silent darkness. My feet are so cold they burn from standing on the tiny balls of hail, the rain falling over me, as I watched my mother drive away. Her last words "This is it. This is the last time."
Though this is not the first time this has happened, it never fails to shake me. What if she's not lying this time? What if she doesn't come back? Doubt always attacks me like Krill in the darkness. (Ya, Gears of War reference :P)
I wonder...
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