**NOTE:** Before you start to read, if you want to know why this story seems weird at times, go and read the authors note at the end. If you want to discover what’s going on for yourself, be my guest….
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I still remember that fatal night with you, my love. It was raining in a light drizzle, a misty fine spray that covered the city, fog curling and billowing underfoot. I was tired that day, too tired to describe, with my face an ashen sculpture of abject sorrow. My bones felt like lead, and my muscles screamed with every step that I took.
In my mind, much like the fog beneath my feet, despair and pain gushed and crashed like tidal waves of emotion, the rocking rhythm of their dance cracking blows at my own subconscious. Deep within me, beyond the pain, behind the barriers that made up my facade to society, there I lay, as an infant baby born raw from the womb.
Alone, terrified of the world, and my own uncertain future.