Chapter 1

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He stands, staring at me. I broke him. I could normally fix a mess like this. But you can't really glue humans back together like broken pottery. I look away, scared to see the heartbreak on his face. I don't need to see him to know that the sadness is woven in his words, lingers like dust in the wind, and is reflected in his eyes like a full moon before a pond.
Look up. Look up. FACE THE MESS YOU MADE!
I look up to see him turn away. "Leave." He says, something in his voice doesn't sit right. "Wait! Please, I'm so sorry! Just listen to me! Give me a chance!" I scream. "Like you gave me any chance!" He turns and spits out the words. Hurt, sad, broken. "Please!" I fall on my knees, looking up at him. My vision blurs and a tear rolls down my cheek. It starts to rain, and the temperature decreases fast. "But what chance did you give me?" He says coolly. At some point I must have started looking towards the ground, because when I look up, he is gone. "Akarsha." I look around me to see who is calling my name. I didn't have time to inspect the scenery when I was too busy with him. Trees, upon trees, upon trees. It looks to me like the only spot that has a clearing is the middle of the trees in which I am standing in. The middle of this clearing is surrounded by trees in every direction for at least a twelve mile radius. The clearing is in a circle, which I find odd. No natural phenomenon that I have researched does something like this. It had to be man made. "Akarsha." I hear again. "AKARSHA!"

Author's Note: Who is the person or thing calling to Akarsha? Who even is Akarsha for that matter?And who is our mysterious "him"?
Find out on Day 2

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