EZRA'S P.O.V
The reality of this universe was depressing. It took me a while to figure out the meaning behind what Sibil had said to me.
'A world without you,
Is a world of living hell,
A world where life won't matter,
A world I wouldn't care to dwell.'
It was a piece of a poem I found online by a creator named Mon Fur. I had once recited it for Tegan on a date as a woe. I wasn't even sure how Sibil knew that. But with each passing day the words sank deeper and deeper into my heart.
"This is your curse to bear. Until I get my artifacts you will be a figment of their imaginations. They won't see you but you will see them. You will watch them as they live their lives without you. You'll always be there, but they'll never know."
Her words replayed in my head everyday
