purposemirage
"Did you think this through, Keomi?" he questioned. I watched him pace around me like some sort of predator, most typical for his kind.
"You'll end up most like your mother you know?" The clock ticked. "Maybe even better." The clock ticked. I looked up at him. He stopped his pacing and leaned forward, placing his hands on my knees, narrowing his eyes.
"I repeat, did you think this through Keomi?" I narrowed my light brown eyes right back at him, tight smile.
"I thought everything through. Did you?"
The clock chimed.
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Holding onto hopes of the future becomes less and less within reach when days tick by with no change. Keomi constantly takes the brunt of this stagnancy, being the middle child that never had the time to live out her dreams. That is until she finds one of her closest companions dead in her home. Until she no longer knows who she can trust within her own circle. Until she finally decides to face the forces that have kept her down for so long. How much can she can get done in such little time? And, will the change even be worth it?