AARON.
Luna refused to speak to me for the rest of the night. I tried apologizing for my outburst, but I only received one word, “Leave”. Guilt gnawed at my chest as I sat alone in the living room.
The house was dark and quiet, with the wall clock being the only source of sound.
I glanced outside the windows, listening for any movement. Nothing. Just the faint sounds of crickets and my own melancholy.
I had two weeks.
Two weeks, to either run and die, or stay and fight. Or just surrender and go live the life I never wanted.
The problem with certain people, especially elders, is that they never actually saw the point of view from someone else's angle. They always believed they were right, and I always felt like this was the main reason governments don't do well.
The old men and women
