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I straightened up and let my gaze pass over the faces crowded in the doorway, all of them wide-eyed and eager to be liked. "Help you?" I laughed a little. "When you were calling me a penny-pinching fossil in Slack yesterday afternoon, you had plenty to say about my 'connections.'" "When you were popping champagne with Cassie last night and watching this place drive off a cliff without a single one of you speaking up, where was all your concern about your mortgage?" I picked up my box. "Adults live with the choices they make." "You all chose to believe in your brilliant growth hacker. Go ask her for a paycheck."

SARAH’S POV "Earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust." The priest’s voice was a low, monotonous tone that seemed to bounce uselessly off the gray, weathered tombstones of the cemetery. A cold, damp wind swept through the tall oaks, rustling the heavy black fabric of the mourning clothes surrounding the open grave.

To punish us. We shared a glance and walked on. Musty, stale soil laid under my boots. Dirt caked the ground while the walls filmed over with a white chalky dust. No ordinary dust… I was afraid to guess what it was made from. Linc ran a finger over the film and rubbed it between two fingers. “Once this place claims their souls, all that’s left is the breath of their bones,” Gemini replied without prompt. A chill crept down my spine. I didn’t need to know the details. Didn't want to know how many people... bodies died here to resurrect this death tomb.

It feels like my lungs are filled with water, I couldn’t breath. Is it too late now? I put my right feet forward. Can I go back? I take one step followed by the next. I don’t want to die. I walk faster until I come running. And while I ran I heard a song play, but I guess it should not bother me anymore now that I know I am dead. Stand by Me By Oasis Made a meal and threw it up on Sunday I've got a lot of things to learn Said I would and I'll be leaving one day

“There’s a grief that can’t be spoken…there’s a pain goes on and on….empty chairs at empty tables…now my friends are dead and gone….here they talked of revolution…here is was they lit the flame…here they sang about tomorrow…and tomorrow never came….from the table in the corner…they could see a world reborn…and they rose with voices ringing…and I can hear them now…the very words that they have sung…became their last communion…on this lonely barricade…at dawn…” She gently dug her nails into her arms as she hugged herself and pictured Romero, Crystal, Dolan, and Jasmine around the table. She could clearly remember the night they died and the pain become worse. She thought of the baby that had b

knowing my own so called father killed my mother. I entered my room and saw my guitar lying on my bed. I took it from the bed and held it in between my arms. I adjusted the nuts and started rubbing my fingers across it. "I'm still holding onto everything that's dead and gone.. I dont wanna say goodbye 'cause this one means forever. Now you're in the stars and six feet's never felt so far Here I am alone between the heavens and the embers. Oh it hurts so hard for a million different reasons, You took the best of my life and left the rest in pieces... I'm still holding...holding...holding on.."

I shut my eyes and my mind and anything of this flesh. And the moment I did, everything went still. The cold in the tomb was gone. I felt warmth around me, air, wind. When I opened my eyes again, I wasn’t in the tomb anymore. Then I saw it, the tall stone arch. Above it, faint letters burned through the mist: The Hollow Dome.

‎ ‎Her voice, soft and hollow, echoes through the wind. ‎ ‎“I will rise again… even in death. Remember that Elara.” ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

Jasper stood at my side, saying nothing, as he reached over to brush a leaf from my hair. After a long silence, I looked at Samson's name one last time on the gravestone, then turned to Jasper. "Let's go." The dead were gone. For the living, the only thing left to do was to carry forward the life they gave us and live well.

* *What if I'm not strong enough* *To rise and start again? *But then I feel this heartbeat* *Growing deep inside* *And I know I'm not alone here* *No matter what I decide* My hand moved from the guitar to my stomach. Just for a moment. Just enough. The crowd stirred. Whispers spreading like wildfire. *So call me over, call me done* *Call me yesterday's news* *I'll still be here tomorrow* *Living what I choose* *I'm not your phoenix rising* *I'm not your comeback queen*