Written by the Moon

52~ AFTER A CENTURY

It's been years since I last used my pen. It's been staying in my room in the glass box. It looked like new. Not a scratch can be seen. I raised my hand to open the glass box. I slowly slid my hand inside it and took the pen.

It surprised me how mu fingers won't tremble anymore. I mean, it's been a hundredd years, this must be an affect as to why my fingers has been like this. I slowly let every skin on my hand touch the relic.

Everything just feels nostalgic. They waited for a hundred years for me yet I only felt like I slept for a day. I never knew the next time I'd wake up it would be in a new generation. I never knew it would be like this. If I knew, what would I do then?

Will I stop it? Can I stop it? I had a mission. A mission to finish but I failed a hundred years ago. I waved