Past

Dreams, like fairytales, all come to an end. We wake or turn that final page. There's no escaping it. It may take days, years, or an entire lifetime, but forever doesn't truly exist. No matter how hard we wish or try, the end always comes.

Nox's and my final day, the last day of my vacation, arrived. Though we'd both awakened early, we'd been granted a short reprieve when Nox successfully lulled me back to sleep. With the sun barely up, I'd drifted away in ...