Why Not Live?

Waking up on wet asphalt covered in blood. She should’ve died. She didn’t. Her recovery, lonely and painful, doesn’t feel like the miracle others are making it out to be. Every time she walks into a room, something bad happens. People are getting hurt. People are dying. She’s in their space. The only way to set things right, is to do what she should have … die.

Thoughts?

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