Death is lonely

Sunshine flooded in the room, bathing all in pure gold. Everything inside glowed with an supernatural energy. Everything inside seemed so perfect.

But she was outside. Standing in the dark of the corridor. Alienated from the perfect world within. A cold tear dropped to the floor.


She was so very alone.

The shadows moved around her, caressing her skin, sickening her. All she could was stand and stare at the room. The room flooded with sunlight.

It was so cold.

So very cold, outside the room.

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