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~Camp Nanowrimo Winner 2020~
~Future Problem Solvers IC 2020~
INFP | 17 | she/them
I've run out of words to tell this story, and we both know that you told me this would happen. This is where the story mixes with the truth, and when we want to speak the words we want to say will always get stuck in our throats. I've learned to tell beautiful stories to get the words out anyway, and they tumble out in a visceral rush until I run out of things to say.
I have run out of things to tell you, now.
The stories we tell sound so much better than the truth all by itself - don't you know that? I have to go soon, friends, because the storm is brewing on the horizon and I have to get home before it begins to rain. But before I go I'll tell one more beautiful story. And I promise this one won't be sad - together we'll change its ending, so that the hero doesn't leave their loved one behind to face the aftermath by themselves. We'll help these characters pick up the pieces of their lives and begin to heal, and it will be so much better than the ending we have all heard a thousand times before.
We are the writers, and this is our story.
Written By: A Breath Into Silence
June 3, 2019