His Second Heart
Then I stopped by a salon and got a trendy haircut.
Looking at myself in the mirror, my face was still pale, but there was a glimmer of light in my eyes.
Wearing my new clothes, I walked beneath the sunlight.
For that brief moment, I wasn't a patient waiting to die. I was just an ordinary eighteen-year-old boy who wanted to look good.
My parents and Alyssa never came to disturb me.
But every time I bought a frappuccino, I would spot a familiar black sedan parked somewhere nearby.
Whenever I went to the amusement park, there always seemed to be a few men in black suits lingering in the distance, quietly appearing whenever I needed help.