#WritcoStoryChallenge
The streetlights were dim as the mist enclosed it in its mysterious grip. She peered out of her window into the darkness, was there someone out there or was it her imagination?






Death.

I see it. My sweet release.

When is it coming?

Today? Tonight? Tomorrow? Tomorrow night?

I don't know. But, what if it's only visiting me? What if it's not here for me?
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