*like a movie trailer announcer* One challenge, five days, five different voices...
*coughs* Ahem. Onwards to the writings!
My feet pound through the streets under the clear, dark sky. Every muscle in my body is tense.
It should be raining. The stars shouldn’t be allowed to shine at a time like this. They’re practically mocking me, those stupid stars. Go away! I don’t want to see you!
They don’t listen. Of course they don’t. Why would I ever think they would?
I shoot a glare upwards with some false idea in mind that it will make me feel better about myself. Just as I do, a shooting star soars across the heavens. My fists tighten, my nails dig into my palms to the point where I wonder if I’ll draw out my crimson blood.
I nearly make a wish—a sheer habit of mine—but thank goodness my subconcious stops me before I can waste my precious thoughts on something so trivial. And to think I once believed those foolish stories about all my dreams coming true.
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