Van

Days later

“Only the good die young.”

I’d said that to Julia at some point.

The saying wasn’t totally true.

Everyone dies.

The good and the bad.

There was a place between life and death, between consciousness and unconsciousness. It was a hidden place that few lived to talk about, a place of both harmony and terror. Dreams took on a vivid reality as people, surroundings, and understanding morphed in an ...