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// Of Future 
// Story: Of And Dot 
// by not plu 
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Since I was little, I dreamed of what I would do with my life. I wanted to be a teacher, a scientist, a princess, an author.

A legend.

And I’m pretty sure I’m going to die. I have to accept that.

I can feel death swirling around me, heavy, through the darkness.

There’s supposed to be a light at the end of the tunnel, right? You go into the light when you die. Right?

But there’s just darkness. Just darkness.

Memories are floating through my brain, as if my life is having trouble flashing before my eyes, but all I can focus on is potential.

There’s so much I wanted to do. So much I was looking forward to.

Completing this mission.
Tea with a childhood teacher next week.
The presentation on historical diplomatic procedures next month.
My initiation into the Royal Council.
My name in the history books.
Falling in love, settling down, having a family.
Discovering a new element.
Twila Sparks in the newspaper, and not just the tabloid section.
Friends.
Coming home for Christmas.
Celebrating my brother’s birthday with our yearly traditions.
Finally being proud of all I’ve done.

None of it.
None of it will happen.

And it’s all because of this girl. This stupid-

No. Incredibly smart.

It’s almost a shame they labeled her a crazy, really, because of all of her potential. Her untapped IQ must be-

I shouldn’t sympathize with my murderer.

Perhaps it doesn’t matter, though. I’ll be dead soon. It won’t matter then.

Nothing will. Not my hopes, not my dreams, not my aspirations. Nothing.

Only what I’ve left behind.

So why can’t I recall the past?

Everything’s fading. What did my mother’s face look like? What color is my bedroom? What did I get for my thirteenth birthday?

Everything’s fading.

Except for Twila Sparks.

Twila Sparks the teacher.
Twila Sparks the scientist.
Twila Sparks the princess.
Twila Sparks the author.

Maybe- maybe that’s the light... up ahead there. The darkness... the darkness too... is fading.

It’s time to say goodbye.

Goodbye to everything I ever wanted to be.

Or maybe... hello?