Time seems to stand still, like everything is holding its breath. People seem to disappear and the moment seems real. It feels although something is true in life, as if this actually matters. Moments like these should be cherished, they are something real yet immortal. They must be remembered and looked back upon as a gift that life itself has given. Life is meant for the living, not me. I have had my turn and now life must give its gifts to someone else. Although I try my best to blend in with the living, life seems to elude me as if I were a ghost. It has made me a simple bystander, to look on in wonder at the things I was yet to experience.
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The Observer
Teen FictionSo this doesn’t have a story line, it’s a person’s thoughts/accounts of concepts thought out life but this person is immortal or whatever. This person have observed much and experienced little. (It’s not done either)
