The love of my life is 1,000 miles away and I'm stuck at the bus stop, holding a letter in my hands while the rain only seems to hide the tears.
It's funny; you never notice the small things until they leave. They always crop up in unexpected places at unexpected times, leaning on familiarity to get attention, but once they're gone. You miss them more than you could possibly ever know.
So, to recap, my name is Luke Drake, and this is my love story.
The best place to start maybe a bit confusing though.
I wake up in a small room. It seems to only be a concrete room.
Think. . . ok. . . a door, there has to be a door. I turn around and. . . nothing. . . no door, no hope, and no life.
"Turn around." A voice beckons sweetly.
Weird but ok. A door? Made of wood? What is that doing here? I rush through the door into a wide-open meadow with an old lady far off in the distance.
So far off that you would think it would take years to reach her. She starts rasping loudly and mechanically, her old jaw opening farther than a snake's every time, almost like an alarm clock.
I wake with a start as I slam the alarm clock with enough force to stop a speeding locomotive or at least a toy locomotive.
I look at the clock. It's 30 minutes until the bus leaves. Annoyed, I roll out of bed with a thump onto the floor. It's too early for school.