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It was a cold, snowy day. I stared out the window and felt myself dissolve into the white emptiness beyond. Dead trees clawed at the sky, and vacant houses crouched below the hill like broken teeth. I wondered if I was the only one still breathing in this town. Probably. Everyone else had fled to the city when the river dried up, leaving this place to rot.

Once, it was a blooming town—laughter spilling from porches, gardens fat with color. Now it’s an epicenter of silence, a graveyard of fruitless trees.

I’ve survived this long by foraging, hunting small game, and tearing apart the skeletons of abandoned homes for firewood. Liquor bottles keep me company—spoils from scavenging those hollowed-out houses.

But every night, the doom grows heavier. The cycle repeats: wake up starving, hunt, eat, then sink into a depression so deep it feels more human than I do. A shell—that’s what I’m becoming.

Maybe it’s time to leave. But how? My roots are buried here, tangled in hopes and dreams that died the moment she slipped away. When she faded, everything else followed.

Maybe tomorrow I’ll change. Or maybe tomorrow I’ll stop breathing and begin the real journey. What if closing my eyes opens a door to another world? What if…

The thoughts keep circling, chewing on the same lies, the same faded dreams. Maybe tomorrow. Always maybe tomorrow.