Ӏօѵҽ ʍҽ, Ӏօѵҽ ʍҽ (յɑՏԹҽɾ ʍҍ/Տ)

Shadow

When you're alive, you don't realize how much your shadow means to you.

It represents all you built towards, outlining every curve and bump. It shows every last detail, down to every stand of hair on your head and every line of lace on your clothes. It represents the legacy you leave behind, the impression you have on the world.

I have none of that.

And if I'd had a choice to save something other than Davey, it wouldn't be myself. Or Max. Or Daniel. Or even my family.

It would be my own shadow.

But the yearning for it is just a desire.
I will never have the shadow I once loved. I will never be able to save any of them. And I will never have the one simple outline of the thing I hate the most.

Do I even want to see what I've become?