PROLOGUE

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When I close my eyes my heart is the only thing I can hear.
It's the only thing to hear.
The pulse of it echoes through me like a drum. The beat of life.
My beat of life. The only thing I know will always be there.
And when it's gone then I know for sure that everything is gone. I will never know if that will be ideal. What if it's worse then what I have now.
No. No.
Nothing's worse than what I have now.
Because I am already in the state of death.

The state of suffering and ignorance.
That will forever haunt me.

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