A few days had passed.
Even though the ticking of the medical equipment beside him still rushed his ears,
the injury in his head was gone.
Nevertheless, he refused to open his eyes.
He was afraid to.
The past few nights,
even in his dreams,
he couldn't see people's faces.
He couldn't see anything.
All he saw was a dark abyss.
But he could hear voices—
Three, in fact.
It was all very familiar to him.
His friends, telling him that they were better without him.
Anxiety ate him away,
forcing him to hold his eyes.
So he could not see the abyss.
The problem was—
no matter what he did,
He saw it.
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A Tale of Two Feathers
General FictionMichiki Nao was a regular student in the local high school. He didn't deviate from trends, he always followed rules, and he was always home before dark. In fact, there was nothing special about him, except for his love of nature. That was, until he...
