The sun was dancing on the horizon, shadows lengthening and the light beginning to fade. Inside the pure white room, only a table and two steel chairs furnishing it, stood a girl no older than sixteen in a shirt and pants the same hue as the room. She stood, still as a statue, in front of the only window, watching as the sun slowly slipped behind the trees with glassy eyes, half-glazed over with thought. Her dark, waist-long chocolate brown hair was rolled up into a tight bun at the nape of her neck, a blank expression on her delicate china doll face. A man dressed in a suit of various shades of gray, half-moon glasses, and hair like bleached…

You never thought your life would come down to this, a choice between your heart and your life. Your heart is pounding in your chest like it’s trying to make up for years of beats that it may never know, and every breath has an amazing taste, as if the air itself had a flavor. You can hear the waves of the lake, though it’s at least five miles outside of town, or is it the blood in your ears that you’re hearing, each crash of the waves matching the samba beat of your faltering heart. This must be your body accepting the inevitable suddenness that goes hand in hand with death, your body acknowledging the impending doom that is…